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 tiptoed through tulips

Tortoise Cat: The cat-grass is lusher than ever!

Chameleon: No one shows up to pull weeds anymore. That's why.

Tortoise Cat: The Big One said weeds are food. There's a long, long, long while of some big, big meals, and more for later, then, Chameleon.

Chameleon: For me, too, Tortoise Cat, this green hideout offers an ongoing feast, on the crawl (or on the fly).

Tortoise Cat: But the Big One said we'll be moving west near the end of this best-ever Cat-Grass Season. Why? Here's purrfect.

Chameleon: But the Big One hasn't learned to purr yet.