It must be spring!
I’m just excited and wanted to share the latest sightings.
On the equinox, a humpback during a wild windstorm, going east.
And this morning during breakfast, four orcas on a glassy calm sea, three females and a little one all rising together. 
I love living in Prince William Sound. I think I need to learn some whale tunes on the whistle.
Jennie
Spring seems to come later here.
It snowed last night. I had to shovel before I could commute to work.
I didn’t see any whales on the freeway. I don’t think they migrate across 495 until
later in the season.
One of my cats looks like a whale.
You must have one BIG cat. Or is it patterned black and white, like an orca?
Jennie
You must have one BIG cat. Or is it patterned black and white, like an orca?
Jennie
When our senior cat lies down on his belly, he looks more like a flounder.
She is black and white, but the black part is tabby. It’s her figure which is whalesque.
Portly cats are none the less beautiful in any eyes that matter, are they? Seems that a cat’s vanity is not one affected by something such as amount of blubber.
Unflustered by comments mendacious
Which attribute proportions cetaceous,
She replied, “Whale or not,
I will flaunt what I’ve got.
I enjoy being regally spacious.”
Well, it was worth a try.
Jennie
I’d love to live in norther parts. Alaska seems so beautiful and…natural.
It is that. At least there’s a lot of what’s beautiful and wild here, even though if I walk around to the south beach I can see the terminal of the pipeline. I count myself very, very fortunate.
'Course, there’s hardly anyone to play ITM with here. But some beautiful places to play solo, and I like to think the eagles don’t mind. 
Jennie
Somebody told me that Alaska has more Friends (Quakers) percentage-wise than any other state, even Pennyslvania. Apparently whole towns of Native Alaskans are Quaker, due to 1800s missionary work. I’d love to go live there.
Is there something unnatural about West Virginia? Always seemed like a beautiful place to me. The mountains are green, there’s a lot of wilderness.
Not to mention a good old feud now and then. 
Did I ever tell about the time I herded sheep in West Virginia? Over Dolly Sods way it was. Summer of 1982. Myself and three friends on a weekend excursion. Driving up a narrow two-track we came on some well armed mounted mountain men pushing a herd up the trail to pastures above. We figured we’d all day crawling behind this mess when the fellas moved outthe way and one said, “Go aheed. Yall kin drive 'em on up. Be faster that way.”
So we did.
That was only a tiny part of the adventure that weekend held in store.
Until the meager oil fields under that natural beauty begin to be drilled… arrrgggh!
It gets too hot here. I dislike heat. 
I like the limerick!
Is that cat’s name…amar?!? 
Ah, but you did not know Eddie. Eddie was -literally- spherical, or at least much closer
to spherical than to cat-shaped. He weighed in at some absurd 30 or 40 pounds. His
only exercise was to drag himself to the litterbox and then back to the middle of the
living room, where he normally resided. I never, ever, saw Eddie anywhere other than
the center of the carpet in the living room, and I understand that’s because he didn’t
move. There was nothing regal, or vain, about Eddie, though there was some charm in a
kind of tragic, pitiable way. (He was very old when he gained this weight.)
On the other hand, we have 12.5-lb plump black long hair by the name of Tosca, who is
certain that her additional weight has elevated her from Princess to Queen of All She
Surveys, which title is jeopradized somewhat when she starts piteously whining
for petting. The white couch-potato actually looks a lot like bleached version of her…
has someone been peroxiding my cats!? I thought Tosca was becoming increasingly
unhealthy, but she went out with me while I was shoveling the other day, and when
I looked around, she had climbed the neighbor’s Japanese Maple! (And yes, she climbed
down by herself, too.)
(Actually, the vet says Tosca’s in excellent health. Weight alone is not actually unhealthy
for cats, though it may be a -symptom- of problems, but they don’t have the human
problems with cholesterol and arteries and all.)
We had a very fluffy, but normal weight, cat here. Genoa would spend the day outdoors and come to greet me at the trailhead at the end of the day. She disappeared the year that the black bear was hanging around the cabin; I like to think she at least gave him a tummy ache.
Now we have a geriatric golden retriever. She can’t hear the whales spouting any more, and can’t see very well, so has to content herself barking at the seals or otters who come in closer and stay longer.
Any French speakers here, see how many double meanings you can find in this one:
“C’est assez,” dit la baleine, “J’ai le dos fin.” Et elle se cache à l’eau.
Jennie
I once saw a whale surface as I was leaving a party - which seemed extremely unusual in Champaign, Illinois.
It’s phenomenal Jennie! Did you write it?
Once I got into a limerick-off with Bloomie, until it became obvious that Bloom and Emm are matter and anti-matter, and hanging out too long in the same thread could lead to
swift and total annihilation.
But I’m always ready to mix it up, in the poetic sense.