On our drive back from Portland it started to get past bedtime and Lady Kitty was merrily eating potato chips and getting more and more punchy by the mile. She was keeping herself awake having fun counting. She loves to count. She would count to 19 or 29 or 39 and ask me, “what comes next?”

When I would say the corresponding tens number, then off she would go clipping through the next nine numbers.

After a few rounds of this (it’s a 3 hour drive home so we had plenty of time to count!), she started counting by tens.

“Ten, twenty, three-ty, forty, five-ty (laughs), sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety, ten-ty!” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“‘Ten-ty’ is ‘one hundred,’” she said triumphantly, having a grand old time whilst Lake slept and I drove us all the way safely home.