January Thaw

“I really like this.” Dobby says to Mom. “What is it?”

“Fresh air. I opened a couple of windows.”

“Wow. Amazing.” Dobby says sticking his nose against the window screen and inhaling deeply. “I haven't smelled anything like this in ages. What kind of magic did you use? Did TP help?”

“Nope. I opened them myself.” Mom smiles.

“It is so nice. Warming. I feel so energized. It's like...I'm in the same atmosphere as the birds and the squirrels.”

“You are and as long as the window is open you are breathing the same air as the birds and the squirrels.”

“Cool. Why haven't you done this before? Opening the windows.” Dobby asks.

“It was too cold outside.”

“No before we moved here.”

“You mean the sweet bungalow with three times as many windows as this house?” Mom asks.

“Yep.”

“Those windows couldn't be opened. Let's not linger in the past. Just enjoy the fresh air now. The windows may not be open for long.” Mom points out.

Dobby glares at Mom. “You are going to give me such a refreshing gift and then snatch it away?” The kitty asks.

“No, but nature might. This is what is known as the January thaw. It went from the high 30s and snow piled up on the ground to 60 in a matter of days. The cold weather and snow returns every bit as suddenly.”

“No.” Dobby cries in despair.

“Yes.” Mom says. “Weather is unpredictable and Winter can be a harsh mistress for kitties hunting squirrels. We will just take advantage of the pretty days while we are here and remember them when they are gone.” Mom starts humming the song, “Memory” from the musical CATS.

 “Or we can do something really fun. It is the same temperature in Los Angeles today, so let's take some Californians, and bring them back here. I'll let you find a couple of technology Zombies who never look up from their IPADS and smart phones. They will have no idea we moved them until Winter returns mercilessly and in full force. They will be shaking in their surf wear. Trying to find an App to fix their situation. But there won't be one. Mwahahaha...”

“No Internet yet, huh Mom?” Dobby asks.

“No not yet. Can you tell?” Mom asks.

“The ominous way in which your mind is working and the evil genius laugh kind of give it away.”

“I'm just not myself these days kitty.”

“It's okay Mom I understand. I have an idea that might get you your Internet back.” Dobby leaves the room purring his own evil genius laugh. “Me-owhahahaha...”