It must be Spring

Tonight while putting Cholita to bed, I noticed we were not alone.

Love was in the air.

And on the windowsill.

The penguin wore argyle and the cat sported a sequined collar.

Mr. Penguin's trying to lose a few pounds, so he ordered the lettuce.

To share.

On the other windowsill sat a blue jay and I believe a dog of some sort.

 All the trendy restaurants now are serving Cheez Whiz.

On the bookshelf, a lamb with a lovely hair adornment 

sat prim and proper while her date, the fox, whispered sweet nothings.

Her Dad doesn't trust him.  (He's waiting up.)

They ordered the mayonnaise.  

On the bed, a chihuahua and a frog

locked eyes over a piece of toast.

There's some serious chemistry going on here.

I felt like I was intruding.

In the closet, a platypus worried she was overdressed

while her date, the dachshund, found her a bit forward.

They were still waiting to be served.

And on the floor, this handsome couple celebrated 

their love over swiss cheese.

The monkey was adorned in a crocheted skirt, revealing halter top, necklace, and veil.  

Evidently she had just married the polar bear.

And was eager for some alone time.

Cholita scares us more than a little.