Less White

It is starting to get a slight bit warmer. Or at least, there are places on the ground that are becoming some other color than white. Now that I can, I do my best to avoid walking on the snow; when I must, I move as quickly as possible. I have overheard this being called "scampering" -- I prefer to think of it as "hightailing".

Wild Thing

New Toy (oayo)

This is the new, fascinating thing in my life. I spend quite a lot of time stalking, killing, and pretending to ignore this thing. Sometimes I contemplate why it has such a hold over me... but I rarely have time for contemplation, as the thing generally keeps me firmly under its spell.

Entrapment

So. It has been mandated that I wear a collar. A collar with a noisy metal tag. And that shines quite brightly if light catches it. This was not my idea. I have never been subjected to such constraints before, and at the moment I am rather disgruntled. I am told I will get used to this. I am not convinced. I keep trying to scratch it off, but it seems that, at least until I discern another way out of it, this state of affairs is unavoidable.

Out of Doors

Now that I have been prescribed a collar (more on this indignity later) and what is being called an "adjustment period" has passed (humans do have such interesting notions), I am now allowed to be outside when I ask. It is as white, and all of what that means, as I expected.