Strombeek likes hanging out in the cherry blossoms.
Only the blossoms don't "pop" so much when the sky is a sad, winter shade of grey.
The strange beaver (why a beaver? I don't know!) indicates that the blossoms shouldn't be picked.
But Louie was just looking for squirrels in their hollowed-out-trunk burrows.
This is the kind of fun time the cats imagine they'd have in the early spring rain down by the tidal basin, anyway.
Because if there's anything house cats love more than flowers and sign-wielding beavers, it's water and having the opportunity to frolic in it. Right?
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