The Vernal Equinox and Oscar the cat. That could be the title of a new novel of mine, as like the rising sun, Oscar's movements across the homestead mirror the warm lengthening days. Oscar doesn't belong to us, but a neighbour. However he seems to have adopted the homestead as his own territory. That and the field behind us. He thinks he is a top predator as for hours he stalks the birdfeeders and bushes for prey. What he seems to have lost is that he is pure white. Appearing in the garden there is a flurry of avian activity away from him. Then forlornly he sits waiting in futile anticipation. Much as we do for the return of the sun and wait for better days.
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