it might as well be spring

since the weather turned nice, the feral cats that live under the house (a.k.a. "the yardies") have been having "suntory time" on a frequent and regular basis. my youngest daughter and i witnessed one such occasion when we took my grandson outside to run around. "that's a _big_ cat next door...oh...my...gawd! let's go back inside." i suppose that's how living things celebrate surviving the winter: by procreating like mad.