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 blurs her head cleverly

Tortoise Cat: That MONSTER CRITTER "Racowlly Dog" -- I fear -- might trespass here again! I'm still scared, Chameleon. But the Big One is unconcerned!

Chameleon: That mysterious mid-night encounter happened in a dream, Tortoise Cat. You, the Big One, Raccoon, Owl, the Dog Next Door, and I were all dreaming up a storm together, within the energy clouds of a powerful thunder and lightning storm blowing over, along with an unsung host of giant to tiny nature-dreamers that live around here, though all our versions varied.

Tortoise Cat: But what happened on the back steps then, really?

Chameleon: Just the usual blur of everything, everywhere happening at once, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, I'll blur my head and shake the dread.

Tortoise Cat dreads Cat-Grass Season's immanent end

Tortoise Cat: EYOW. Cat-Grass Season is all but over, Chameleon. I was so sure this one would last forever!

Chameleon: Longer-Dreaming Season is about to begin. Your cat-naps will deepen and grow more fun, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: I prefer sun-rays warming my fur and living vegetable aromas to dreams, Chameleon.

Chameleon: But, Tortoise Cat, in your dreams you best the taunting Robins with your Griffin-ish wings, and even join the Crows in aeronautical shows!

Tortoise Cat: EYOW. You cannot convince me the icy, chilly while I sense and feel overtaking us is as wonderful as Cat-Grass Season, Chameleon. But I shall do my best to make the best of my longer, deeper cat-nap dreams.

Chameleon: OK. The Big One is ready for your next garden stroll. Go on, Tortoise Cat, prowl through today's brisk breezes and let your furs absorb as many southward waning sun-rays as possible, and let your nose show you the brightest synesthestic tapestry of this season's fading flowers ever.

Tortoise Cat: Thank-you, anyway, for attempting to cheer me, Chameleon.