She saw the Indoor Three. They saw her.They wondered what she was. So beautiful in her floating white fur.
She sat wth the ferns and hostas, wondering what she should do next. Very difficult decision for a little cat.
She saw Spencer doing his best peeping Tom impersonation. Spencer was SUCH a boy, Cordelia thought.
She saw the door to the greenhouse was open. She left her cozy little green nest, to investigate.
Greenhouse was full of flowers. Too full for Cordelia to squash herself in. So she sat on the edge. She didn't like sitting on the edge. She like toodling around the greenhouse. The flowers made her sneeze.....What should she do next......
Back to the hill. Back to the silent Moai. Back to the ferns, bleeding hearts and shady plum tree.
She watched Smokey sit on his toilet. He always sat there. She would NEVER sit there.
She felt all warm and fuzzy in the garden. With the blugloss, the ferns, the hostas, the bleeding hearts and the bugs. She could still see things down below. Her domain.
And she saw Penguin. Sitting on the porch. For treats. She wouldn't mind some treats. So she left her cozy green nest,once again, and went down to see.
Penguin was long gone. So were the treats. But she saw Spencer. It was the end of the day.
Spencer was heading for home. Along the cat trail, worn by his paws. Worn by Smokey's paws. Many times they had used this trail. And it showed.The way home.
It had been a good day. Cordelia washed her paws and watched Spencer. Ambling along his trail. All the way home. A good place to be.
And soon after, Cordelia leapt up onto the compost bin at the back of the fence. Her home right behind. Her world complete. Her day done.