Spring! The birds and the bees may use this as mating season, but if all humans did there wouldn’t be babies born from March to September. We want to cuddle just as much in the winter months when it’s cold.
Spring helps with all tribal rituals, since it’s warmer and we tend to gather together easily in warm weather, but we humans are a fickle lot and tend to go with a mood. I am more romantic in the fall and winter months. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s because I am a cerebral personality and school season begins in the fall in my country.
The process of selection among humans fascinates me. According to Madison Ave all men must have a full head of hair and women should be very thin. I’ve always liked men who were balding or completely bald, and now that I am considered a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman, for those unfamiliar with initials) men openly admire me more than ever. According to the society I live in, I am now a senior citizen, but there are now men in that same society who are attracted to older women.
So here I am, long past the age of rearing children, no longer a bikini beauty, and I am in demand. Sense? None that I can see…but certainly a large amount of sensuality. I am as relaxed with my body and sexual identity as a large cat luxuriating on a 
large rock in the sun.
I am Cougar…the mountain lion…female leader heading out alone, not caring whether anyone follows or not. I have earned my own respect. I enjoy my own energy. I will play like a kitten, though, when I feel the mood.
I feel it usually in the fall. Spring is my time to begin to stretch and look forward to the lazy sleepy days of summer.
