Dreaming of Summer Days

Oh, where did Summer go? So many wet leaves on the ground. Muddy ground. Cold sky. Can't get warm outside not even in the middle of the street in the full sun. I keep thinking of the hot, hot concrete by the old Sta. Rita pool. Facing the sun. Warm fur. Warm paws. Sharp shadows. Flowers blooming as in this old picture of me.
Time to curl up on a warm blanket.
Furry ones who hibernate have the right idea.