Personally, I've always been fond of springtime. Some cats just aren't.
From mom_almighty's journal:
Why springtime sucks, as told to me by Pepper the cat:
"A warm and sunny spring day. I sit quietly, watching the world from my lookout post, poised for action. Suddenly, on the lawn, I see movement. I stare intently, unblinking, at the very first robin of spring. It is hopping about on the moss, twittering its cheerful tune. It has no idea it is about to become my lunch. Red-breasted nitwit. It is no match for the mighty huntress. I silently move into position, lowering my head, flattening my ears, crouching on my legs, preparing to strike. I do not move. I do not blink. I do not make a sound. I measure my distance, assessing my opportunity for the perfect pounce. I wait for the robin to move into position ... almost there ... one more step ... perfect. I am ready. I pull back slightly, then spring forward with Force! With Velocity! With Ferocity! With - "
Wait a minute ...
Where'd this window come from?
Have I been inside the house this whole time
QWP, from here: http://mom-almighty.livejournal.com/280136.html