This evening we achieved an annual New England milestone: We opened a window. The kitty cat went nuts. He could smell fresh air and hear birds for the first time in nearly six months. When we closed the window — because it was dropping below 60 degrees — he was so sad. He methodically checked all of the windows in the house to see if they, too, were open.
Spring, you must come, and relieve this kitty cat of his feline angst.
