“We have a yardin! It’s a yard and a garden.” she said exuberantly one sunny day we could lazily and playfully wander around outside— stopping to smell the roses and pick the flowers.

Nearly every day, she picks me a bouquet of flowers and ferns and grasses. Very artistic. On this day she also baked a cake with Theresa for Mr. Cat, home from the veterinary clinic for the treatment of his hyperthyroidism.

“I wish the days never ended,” said Lady Kitty.

She’s having a good life.

A perfect day. I’m glad I spent it with you.