new cat behavior

When I think of autumn my heart hides in a corner scared. The invading rain and indoor breaks are memories not yet healed.
Nor is the menace of winter on the horizon, later the winter that doesn't want to leave: always a guest who overstays their welcome.

This morning though, waking to sun and crisp, cool air, I can dream the best dream of autumn, and look forward to crunchy leaves, the smell of chrysanthemums, the plumpness of pumpkins, the coziness of woolens elegantly draped, and that special luxury the shop windows seem to convey on the very cold days...

The very cold days when, if you're lucky, you don't have to go out at all, and you curl up next to your four legged best friend and slowly drift away while your chimney sends up signals of peace...

Everything takes a little longer with me :) but I have slowly given in to those cries in the wild. I'm talking about the long, wistful, courting cries of the fall fashions. I guess you could say that I am now "in season". Every bit like a mating pheasant, I am now prepared to make a show of myself, parade my crush, dazzle you with my splendid colors...
Uh, if only it was March and that might work! However this time of the year the chances are of ending up in a pan. A fallen pheasant. Such are the tricks of autumn.

Ok, so my writing is rubbish! Frying talk aside (or brain-freezing more like), here are some wannabe credentials: the magazine pic is from flickr, the clothing pictured sold a little while ago on Ebay (I'm still in pain about that skirt), the mother of pearl and onyx brooch is a modern but deco inspired piece that was available on the same site, black and white photos are from doctormacro, and I shamefully admit I can't remember about the rest.
But I am now officially in autumn mode, I just wish the weather was too, instead of lingering in some unknown limb-like gray season that doesn't quite match my fantasies of lust and deceit.