Because it was a long, cold winter.

I took a vacation day today so I could enjoy the heat and visit the bustling Wednesday afternoon farmer's market in a nearby town. I bought myself a handmade goat cheese and chocolate truffle to eat while filling my arms with crinkling plastic pots: tomatillos, tomatoes, hot peppers, lemon grass, geraniums. I unfurled my yoga mat in the yard and did lazy sun salutations while our resident Baltimore Oriole sang and plucked unripe berries from the Honeysuckle. For dinner we ate pizza and popped open cold cans of Summer Shandy by a lake where families swam noisily. At dusk, wrapped up against the onslaught of mosquitoes in a cool white sheet, I had a view of the moon rise from our hammock between the birches — white birch, white sheet, white moon.
I just let the cat in, but he has no more insight than I about where the mouse that just ran across the living room floor may have disappeared to. His energy right now is for rolling on the rug and stretching, his focus on receiving as much love as possible.

My guess is the have-a-heart trap will have a small new nose poking out of it by morning.