Another Winter Haiku from Lilia

Luminous white orb
Icy cold reflected light
January moon

Sisters

Winter Haiku

Record cold weather
Squirrels and geckos hibernate,
Waiting for springtime

Azalea

Hey! This is Azalea, Lilia's sister. To look at the two of us, you would never suspect that we came from the same litter. I have my Grandmother's round, blue eyes, unlike Lilia's almond-shaped ones. From my Dad I inherited long hair and dark markings, especially on my face and tail. From my Mom I inherited my pretty white paws and calm, cool disposition.

This winter has been unusually cold. Our little citrus trees are not looking too well, and the roses faded last week. We almost had snow one day, but oddly enough it passed both to the north of us and way to the south in Florida. We've never seen snow, but we're always on the lookout for any kind of weather passing by the living room window. We are waiting for spring, some of us more patiently than others. Lilia has been acting a bit crazy lately; I think she has cabin fever. She begs to be let out on the screen porch, but our human Mom thinks it is too cold out there yet. I can't wait until the bluebirds return to our nesting box!

Packing Day: Back to College

I haven't added a new post in a few days -- still recovering from packing day with two family members going back to college. Winter vacation went by fast, and I knew it was over when the empty boxes and sets of luggage appeared in the hallway and on the kitchen table. Azalea and I like to contribute a little "added value" to each package, so we immediately jumped into the empty boxes, then later rounded up all of our gently used toy mice and deposited them in the luggage among the clothes. We were so exhausted by this commotion that after the family left in the big van, we slept for a whole day! Happy spring semester!

Haiku

HOO, hoo hoo, HOO HOO
Cat hears nesting winter bird --
Great horned owl, deep woods.

A Day in the Life of Lilia and Azalea Part 2: Soccer Mouse

Playtime at our house includes a fast round of soccer mouse. Our most active time is in the middle of the human's sleeptime (we are nocturnal, after all). The day before, our human Dad fishes out a dozen or so multicolored, fuzzy toy mice from under the kitchen stove, behind the refrigerator, and out from any of several of our favorite hall closets. He lines them up in a row in our cat tree, or sometimes places them around the living room like so many miniature Easter eggs. After midnight is when the game begins in earnest. Azalea bats the mice down from the tree, one by one, landing them with a satisfying smack on the hardwood floor. Then we chase them around, batting them left, then right, then left, until.....score!! The mouse slides into, under, or behind the door or appliance of choice and hits the wall with a thud. By breakfast time, all the mice are safely tucked away out of sight, ready for tomorrow's game.

New Year's Haiku

Awaken, stretch, mew,

the new year is upon us.

Snowy cat readies.