Poets generally love cats -- because poets have no delusions about their own superiority. - Marion Garretty
We had a wonderful weekend, lots of sun. Mum hid the hour in the clock but she went to bed early and also made sure there were extra crunchies out in case I got hungry, but she woke up on time on Sunday.
The sun is working its way north so it is coming in the big windows that go to the floor. Mum caught me for the first time this year napping in the pod.
I also have been napping in places where mum likes to sit. She had gotten up from here to get a new book to read. I moved in, it was nice and warm.
Why yes I do see you mum, what do you mean I have to move. Yeah, I didn't want to move, but she came around picked me up so she could sit down. Then I got to sit on her lap.
Spring is coming, mum found a few more little green shoots pushing out from the ground. Soon we shall have flowers.