There’s a tendency to feel sad when the last days of summer slowly peter out as autumn waits impatiently in the wings. If you live in countries where the summer is hot and humid you can welcome the colder weather, but here in the UK we seem to have two seasons now: winter and summer and our winters seem longer and wetter and our summers, though brief, are baking.
Us Brits are not cut out for such extremes of weather. Huddled in huge overcoats throughout the cold of the winter months, at the first sign of the sun, out come the skimpy tops, the baggy Hawaiian shorts (men), indecently cut shorts showing ‘butt cleavage’ (women) and within a few hours most of the UK population is bright red and blistered. As a race, it’s not a good look, I can tell you.
For our pets though, winter can be depressing. Cats like going outside and usually will go out regardless of the weather or how cold it may be. Some of my cats, the original ‘Daily Mewsers’, were fearless with regard to the snow, but others preferred to stay indoors and use a litter tray which was positioned under the dining table. I’ve noticed that Casey doesn’t mind the rain and he’ll often remain outside while it’s pouring down. Then he comes inside again and rubs up against my bare legs – soggy moggy with sopping fur is not a nice feel on one’s bare skin!
He’s not as brave with being towelled dry either. All the original ‘Mewsers’ lined up to go head first into the towel to be rubbed down, purring reverberating loudly as I briskly rubbed them. Then they would have a leisurely wash until they were all sleek and smooth again. Casey isn’t sure about the towel and tries to run away so I’ve started using a couple of pieces of kitchen roll just to get him used to being dried off. In time, hopefully, he’ll accept the towel, but if not, kitchen roll will suffice.
As I muse on what was and what is, I’m once again reminded how very different all my cats have been, with their various likes and dislikes. A cat may be a cat, but each has his own personality, characteristics, and individuality. And I’m really glad it is that way. How predictable life would be if they were all the same.
So welcome the new season but cherish the felines that share your home and your heart.