The door into summer
Back when we still had Baron he would sometimes escape the field and walk down to the end of the driveway and stand there looking. We used to say he was looking for the door into summer - the field across the street used to look lovely through the archway of trees, and we used to think that he remembered that in the grey days of winter.
Now Gilgamesh the cat comes to the front door and looks out. And then he looks up at me. There's nothing that expresses disappointment and scorn as strongly as a reproachful cat face and the flick of the tail. "You expect me to go out into THAT!?" he says, clear as a bell. "Open the door into summer, please!"
I just wish I could, Gil!
Now Gilgamesh the cat comes to the front door and looks out. And then he looks up at me. There's nothing that expresses disappointment and scorn as strongly as a reproachful cat face and the flick of the tail. "You expect me to go out into THAT!?" he says, clear as a bell. "Open the door into summer, please!"
I just wish I could, Gil!