March 27, 2014 – Peaches happened by our coop today, with a small tree limb resting on her shoulder. She was cheerfully singing, “Ho ho the mistletoe, hung where you can see… somebody waits for you, and I think she is me.”
She cracks me up without even trying.
“Who is it that’s waiting for you?” I asked, scurrying to keep time with her purposeful stride.
“Holly the kitten,” she replied joyfully. “I’m bringing her a stick to play with.”
“Don’t you think a branch is a bit excessive?” I countered. “She is an indoor cat after all.”
“Oh, Happy!” she laughed. “You’re so funny.” Then she pulled from her satchel a much smaller, appropriately sized twig. “THIS is the stick I’m giving to Holly.”
“Then what’s the branch for?” I pressed, my curiosity piqued.
She stopped in her tracks and stared at me like I was speaking a different language. I half expected to hear, “Duh…!” but Peaches is much too kind for that type of retort.
“It’s to tap on the window, silly!” she replied in merry disbelief of my ignorance.
“You know that Mom has a doorbell, right?”
“Yes… but where’s the fun in that?” she said impishly, before turning and continuing on her journey.
I watched Peaches continue down the snow path until she reached Mom’s office window. Then I heard her cackle in delight as Holly the kitten appeared before her in playful friendship.
This morning, I learned something new. Sometimes, the sun doesn’t need to shine in order for the day to be warm and bright.