Tortoise Cat's latest troubles

Tortoise Cat: The Big One said we are experiencing technical troubles blogging, but all I crave is fresh wild Cat-Grass.

Chameleon: This will be a short blog post, looks like. But shiny, tiny green sprouts are pushing up beneath our paws here. Wait some more days and we'll smell the grasses!

Tortoise Cat contemplates blogging more during the next Cat-Grass Season

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, I want to blog more often, starting soon...perhaps when the new Cat-Grass Season begins.

Chameleon: Cat-Grass Season is some long whiles away still, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, Chameleon, let us cat-nap-dream on until green grasses sprout.

Chameleon: OK, we'll just post a few pictures of you not blogging yet.

Tortoise Cat: OK, but pass the catnap first, please!

Tortoise Cat: EYOW -- Cat-Grass Season is over!

Tortoise Cat: Chameleon, Cat-Grass Season is over. This new home territory is some colder than wherever that was we lived before, isn't it?

Chameleon: Yes, Tortoise Cat, there are more critters and trees here, but fewer degrees. The Deeper-Dreaming Season -- my favorite -- has begun.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW, I dread the frosty, icy stones stinging my toes!

Chameleon: But, remember, you have some more cushions here, too.

Tortoise Cat: EYOW, I meant to learn hibernation. Maybe during the next Cat-Grass Season I shall succeed.

Chameleon: Dream on it, Tortoise Cat!

Tortoise Cat: Now Chameleon, can you blow some of your hot air on my paws while I tiptoe-rumpus a while in these amazing, smelly grayish-purple leaves (that the Big One insists "glow golden, orange and yellow")?

Tortoise Cat: Early cat-grass gnashing is a YUM-rush!

Tortoise Cat: Gnash...YUM...This is the best new cat-grass patch, Chameleon!

Chameleon: I must take your word for it, Tortoise Cat. Maybe, later in the season, we can discuss chomping and gulping fresh, plump, tasty bugs.

Tortoise Cat: In a while, there will be more and more cat-grass, but these early stalks blur and ruffle me through and through!

Chameleon: And I'm glowing greener as my tongue dreams of the first, juicy fly-ZAP!