Is it just me, or can springtime seem a little overwhelming?
I get the part about how green and warm and wonderful it is. I’m reveling in it.
Even my cat is juiced about spring.
When I wouldn’t let him out one recent morning, he launched himself from an open second-story window and landed on the stone patio, 15 feet below. I found him down there, no worse the wear for his Superman imitation, licking his paws and purring.