I'm surprised at how much I miss him. He was always such an independent cat. Never around, always outside, somewhere. The last few month, though, I found myself making certain that he was inside every night, and giving him extra treats whenever he meowed for them. Lately, he's been underfoot contantly, meowing for treats frequently. I still find myself checking the top of the back deck steps, and the corner of the deck near my bedroom door where he liked to curl up.

I got used to him attacking, or smacking the other cats for no reason at all. He was the alpha cat, and he reminded the others of their place all the time. Seems when he came in, I was contantly yelling at him to cut it out, or leave this or that cat alone. It's a bit lonelier and quieter around here without him. He left an empty space that can never be filled.

A Rabbit?s Winter Dreams



It's cozy here beneath the shed - my home for two years now.

I was born another place, not so far from here, naked, blind, and deaf. It wasn't long before soft fur clothed me; my eyes opened; my ears cleared; and I ventured from the burrow with my litter mates to romp in the fields and nibble the tender young grass. Soon I was wandering about alone, finding my own way, and enjoying the bounty of the warm summer.

The seasons change and pass so quickly. Spring is coming soon. I can smell it in the air, and feel the small temperature changes. The days are growing longer. I'm looking forward to leaving my burrow, enjoying the fresh grass, and - oh, the clover! the sweet, sweet clover. I'll find a mate, and raise a family. I'll watch them grow, and then leave to find their own destinies. I'll sleep in the warm sun, and drink the cool water from the stream.

But, for now, it's cozy beneath the shed.