Moonbeams

A few more days until the full moon

                Oh the wondrous moon!  Blamed for centuries for inciting lunacy.  I’ve always loved the sight of a full moon but never gave much credence to its effects until we got Biff.

                About 4-5 times a year, Biff’s behavior turns very odd.  Straight-laced, don’t-go-outside-unless-absolutely-necessary-because-it’s-scary-Biff will lie in wait near the back door.  When someone enters or leaves he sneaks outside.  He stays out there all night if it’s not too cold because we either don’t see him escape or we do but can’t catch him.  Over years of observing this erratic behavior we have finally connected the dots—he only does this on the nights of the full moon.

                Once Biff escapes outside, he heads for the brightest patch of moonlight and sits...and stares up at the moon...for hours as if hypnotized.  Eventually, empowered by the moon’s rays, he stealthily guards the perimeter of the house, moving silently in and out of bushes like a guerrilla soldier.  When the moon sets early in the morning he returns to a shy quivering mass, jumps onto the window sill outside our bedroom window, and begs to be let in.

                Between Biff’s stoner behavior when he has “kitty weed” and his loony moon antics, I suspect he has an inner flower child longing to break free.