Two sure signs of spring

We don't mark the beginning of spring in this household with seeing the first robin hop through the yard or the first tulip poke through the garden debris. Oh no. We know it's spring...

...when the catnip pops up by Ethel's fence...

...and when Harry lets go his winter coat.
This is the result of one brushing.

It was worth the half hour of crying, hissing, scratching, biting, dramatic escape attempts and many promises of treats. He's walking through the house now, trailing his gorgeously brushed tail and stopping to pose for maximum silky fur adoration. Beautiful boy. How about some of that catnip?