The pusscat’s very best days are my gardening ones….
Our lovely black labrador would also sit and watch me, but he was always really saying “can’t you just STOP what you’re doing & play with me instead? Surely I’m much more fun than those stupid plants you’re fiddling with, and PLEEEASE rub my tummy, now, now, now…..”.
But the pusscat: she’s thrilled to bits when I pick up my basket of tools & head for the garden. She’ll follow at my heel, settle down somewhere VERY close, watch, have a bit of a snooze & generally look as if all is completely right with her world. That makes two of us….
Pusscat in the garden
