Springlike Days

The longer days and tweeting birds are helping. Hey, last night I saw a fox on the dirt road to my house. It was stalking my neighbors cat. That cat is a tough old boot. When I would inch the car closer and the fox would stop, Bootsy would only trot briskly, not run toward home. Bootsy (not his real name cause I never can remember it and Gene called him Bootsy) is one of the most beat up, scarred-up kitties I've ever seen. And he's getting old, too. Seems like he's been there the whole 11 years I have. He's probably not afraid of a little fox that's not much bigger than him. Probably has taken them on before and won!