Looking for Stripey Goodness?? You can find him here--out in the yard watching the birdies, talking to the woodpecker, sniffing around the pond.
This is Hobbes' favorite time of year--warm time, anytime the kitty door is accessible and free to swing his orangey bod out into the yard at his whim.
"Doesn't he run away?" they ask. Nope. He knows where he's got it good.
And if you step out the door to look for him--he plops down on his side and rolls on the ground to entice you onto the thick green lawn for a little kitty time. Dare you ask "Where's the kitty?" and you'll hear his little "mew" from behind a grass or around the corner.
He's never far--but he is always in heaven out in the yard. I like this time of year too.