It rains. Every day it rains and the familiar paths have turned to streams. Earth has turned to mud. Water falls from the winter trees and drips onto wet fur.
She brought us a beautiful present back from America, a bag from some cats. It seems these clever cats have lots of books.
A bag is always a treat for a cat kept in too long by rain.
So we play, and She paints and it is good that She is again in Her place where She should be, though travels in America seemed interesting.
We like our bag. You can fit many cats inside. And we are glad that She is back.