So it's finally a byoo-tiful spring here in Ithaca. Momma's airing out the cushion for the swing bench in the back-yard:
And the little yellow flowers have popped up in front of our neighbor's window:
It is sunny and warm. And I should be sitting in the sun, munching on nice green grass, right?
Because the stupid landlord sent men yesterday to put chemicals on the yard. Now Momma won't let me outside for a week, because she says if I eat the grass I might get sick. This is incredibly frustrating. I sit in the yard, and the grasses gently blow in the breeze, and the sun is shining, and I can smell adventure.
Please send poots to my landlord. "I poot in your general direction!"