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March Comes In Like a Lion… Or Maybe Just a Squirrel

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gray squirrel

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Checking the Weather the New England Way

There’s an old saying that “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.”
Here in Massachusetts, that lion has a flair for the dramatic. Some years it roars in with a blizzard, other years it tiptoes in like it’s afraid to wake the neighbors. And sometimes it just shrugs and gives us mud.

So this morning, before I did anything else, I performed the official New England March 1st ritual:
I looked out the window to see what kind of mood March was in.
(Cold, Light rain and snow. Yuk)

Meanwhile, at the Deck Slider…

While I was assessing the weather, Banner and Balboa were conducting their own March 1st investigation. Both were crouched at the deck slider, tails whipping like furry windshield wipers. Outside, the squirrels were running back and forth, pausing just long enough to give the boys a look that clearly said:

“Ha ha, you can’t get me.”

Banner took this as a personal insult. Balboa, ever the dramatic one, flattened himself into full panther mode. The squirrels, of course, remained unimpressed.

If March did come in like a lion today, the squirrels didn’t get the memo.

A Little Spring Inside the House

No matter what’s happening outside — roaring lion, sleepy lamb, or taunting squirrel — March always feels like a turning point. The light lingers a little longer each afternoon, and I start craving small changes that make home feel fresher.

One of my favorite early‑spring rituals is swapping out my heavy winter curtains for something lighter. Even if the weather is still acting up, it makes the whole room feel like it’s leaning toward spring.

This year I’ve been eyeing the Joydeco curtains — soft, modern, and perfect for letting in that slowly returning daylight.
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Lion, Lamb, or Something in Between

Whether March arrived roaring, purring, or just sending squirrels to mock my cats, I’m welcoming it with a warm mug, a hopeful heart, and a few small changes around the house.

Here’s to brighter days ahead — and to Banner and Balboa keeping the squirrel population on high alert.

 

Spring Forward… Again?

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 The Semi-Annual Time-Change Shuffle (According to Humans and Cats)

It’s not even the end of February, but everyone is already buzzing about the time change. Daylight Saving Time is early this year, and on March 8 we’ll be springing forward whether we’re ready or not. Humans groan, reach for extra coffee, and complain about losing an hour of sleep.

Meanwhile, the cats? They’re thrilled. As far as Banner and Balboa are concerned, this is the one magical day when breakfast arrives an hour early. A holiday, really.

Why We Change the Clocks (From a Human Perspective)

Daylight Saving Time (DST) started as an energy-saving idea — shift daylight into the evening, use less electricity, and keep society humming along. It became standardized in the 1960s and has stuck around ever since, even though modern research shows the energy savings are… questionable at best.

But tradition is tradition, and twice a year we all pretend we understand what time it is.

Who Opts Out? (And What Cats Think About That)

A few places have decided they’ve had enough of the clock shuffle. Hawaii and most of Arizona skip DST entirely, along with several U.S. territories.

If you ask the cats, these places are clearly run by geniuses. No lost hour. No confused feeding schedule. No humans stumbling around muttering about circadian rhythms.

Is It Healthy? (Spoiler: Not Really)

Humans don’t handle the spring time change well. Studies show it disrupts sleep, metabolism, and mood. And yes — it gets harder to adjust as we age. Our internal clocks become less flexible, and losing an hour hits like jet lag without the beach vacation.

Cats, on the other hand, adjust instantly. They simply declare it breakfast time and stare at you until you comply.

Accidents, Odd Traditions, and Feline Commentary

Research shows an uptick in car accidents and workplace injuries the Monday after the time change. Humans are groggy, cranky, and not at their sharpest.

Cats observe this from the safety of the couch and conclude that humans are fragile creatures who should probably nap more.

Some people use the time change as a reminder to check smoke detectors or flip mattresses. Cats use it as a reminder to sprint through the house at 3 a.m. because “the schedule is already messed up, so why not.”

 

Will We Ever Stop Changing the Clocks?

Many states have tried to adopt permanent DST or permanent standard time, but federal law keeps everything stuck in limbo. Until Congress decides what time it is — literally — we’ll keep springing and falling.

Cats, of course, believe time is a social construct and meals should be served whenever they say so.

Bottom Line

Come March 8, I’ll move my clocks ahead and spend the next week adjusting. Banner and Balboa will celebrate their early breakfast like it’s a national holiday.

If nothing else, the time change gives us something to grumble about — and gives the cats one glorious morning of “See? We told you it was time to eat.”

 

 

Wreck‑It Banner and the 5 A.M. Meow Choir

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Banner’s Brilliant (and Infuriating) Brain Returns

Sometimes Banner is just too smart for his own good — and definitely too smart for my sleep schedule. He’s back to his old tricks, and I’m one light‑switch incident away from investing in blackout curtains and earplugs.

The First Time He Turned on the Bathroom Light

He was still just a kitten when he learned how to flip the bathroom light on. I’ll never forget that moment. The bathroom is right off the bedroom, and suddenly my whole room lit up like a Broadway stage. I shot awake convinced someone had broken in… only to find one very satisfied orange cat who had apparently decided I’d slept long enough.

Banner Making himself at home in the bathroom sink

Between turning the light on and his other favorite pastime — opening the medicine cabinet and knocking everything onto the floor — my chances of a full night’s sleep were slim. My solution back then was simple: childproof covers on the switch and closing the bathroom door at bedtime. Peace returned.

For a while.

The New Trick: The Fan Switch at 3 A.M.

Now Banner has discovered the second switch — the one outside the bathroom that controls the vent fan and a dimmer light. Not as bright, but that fan hum at 3 a.m. could wake the dead. There’s nothing quite like rolling over and seeing the bathroom door outlined in a soft glow… and realizing the switch now has tiny teeth marks.

Look closely. You can see a tiny tooth mark

 

Yes, teeth marks. Banner doesn’t bump the switch — he bites it. My own little Wreck‑It Ralph in fur.

At least he hasn’t figured out how to open the door. Yet.

Looks like I’ll be buying more childproof switch covers. Again.

Balboa the Bed Hog and Banner the Bench Sleeper

Banner may be the engineer of chaos, but he’s not the cuddler. He prefers sleeping on the bench next to the bed, keeping a dignified distance. Balboa, on the other hand, wants to sleep on my face. Since I only have a twin bed, space is limited — and Balboa takes the lion’s (or should I say panther’s) share.

If I get up in the night, he immediately stretches his full, impressive length across the entire mattress. No room for Mama. And if I try to move him? Deeply offended.

Balboa’s rather impressive length

The 5 A.M. Meow Choir

Between the nighttime shenanigans and the early morning wake‑up calls — Banner usually starts the meow choir around 5 a.m., with Balboa chiming in for harmony — I spend most days wandering around in a sleep‑deprived fog.

Kitty Choir in 2 part harmony

Life with cats can be such a joy.

 

Oh Christmas Tree

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🎶 Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (With Cats in Tow)

The Beat Drops, the Baubles Bounce

Every December, the living room transforms into a stage. The fir tree stands tall, lights twinkling like disco balls, ornaments shimmering like backup dancers. Cue the music: “Rockin’ around the Christmas tree…” And just when you think the show is set—enter the cats.

Feline Funk Meets Festive Fir

Cats don’t just watch the decorating spectacle; they headline it. One leaps into the branches like a rock star diving into the crowd. Another bats at ornaments with the rhythm of a drum solo. The tree skirt? Forget it—it’s now a cat cape, perfect for dramatic entrances.

 

Lights, Laughter, and a Little Mayhem

Stringing lights becomes a duet: you on one end, your cat on the other, determined to chew the cord like it’s a guitar string. The topper—star, angel, or glittery bow—becomes the ultimate prize in a feline climbing competition. Sure, the tree may lean a little left by the end, but isn’t that part of the charm?

 

 

The Encore: Cozy Chaos

When the decorating dust settles, the cats curl beneath the glowing branches, purring like bass notes under the melody. The tree may look slightly “remixed,” but it’s alive with personality. After all, what’s Christmas without a little chaos wrapped in tinsel?

 

Why We Keep Rockin’

We decorate not for perfection, but for the joy of the jam session. The tree becomes a dance floor, the cats become the band, and the holiday spirit becomes impossible to ignore. So crank up the carols, embrace the glitter storm, and let the cats steal the spotlight.

Because when you’re rockin’ around the Christmas tree—with paws, claws, and laughter—it’s not just decorating. It’s a holiday concert you’ll never forget.

🎤 Share Your Cat Chaos!

Now it’s your turn: have your cats ever staged a Christmas tree takeover? Did they topple the star, shred the skirt, or turn ornaments into hockey pucks? Share your funniest cat-versus-tree stories—we’d love to feature the best tales in another post.

 

 

 

 

🎄 Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree… Your Ornaments Are History

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Or why I no longer have a Christmas Tree…

 

Challenge Accepted: The Ceiling Tree

We’ve all seen the viral photos: a Christmas tree mounted upside down on the ceiling, with a determined cat gazing up as if to say, “Challenge accepted.” It’s the ultimate test of feline agility. Forget gravity — cats see it as an invitation to defy physics and prove that no ornament is truly safe.

The Cardboard Forest

Why spend hours fluffing branches when cardboard boxes stacked in a pyramid will do? To us, it’s recycling. To cats, it’s a jungle gym. Add a few twinkle lights, and suddenly you’ve created the perfect climbing wall disguised as holiday décor. Bonus: no shattered glass ornaments when the inevitable leap occurs.

Godzilla Kitty Invades the Village

Miniature Christmas villages are meant to be serene, snowy escapes. Enter Buddy, my beloved (and now dearly missed) cat, who once claimed the center of the village like a furry Godzilla. Tiny ceramic houses trembled under his paws, and the townsfolk never stood a chance. It was equal parts adorable and catastrophic — a memory that still makes me smile every season.

 

The Joys of Decking the Halls with Cats

For every toppled ornament and paw‑printed snow scene, there’s laughter and love. Cats remind us that perfection isn’t the goal — joy is. Whether they’re scaling ceiling trees or stomping through villages, they bring their own brand of holiday cheer. And honestly, would Christmas feel complete without a little chaos?