It’s quite something for our cat, Sieste, to have a great big yard to call her own. Until last fall, when we moved to the Manse and (to steal a joke from Stephen Leacock) she decided to come along, the extent of her outdoor explorations were occasional tentative forays a few feet into the back alley behind our Montreal home. And since it was well into fall when we moved here to Queensborough, and that fall was followed by such a long, brutal winter, she still had not spent much time exploring her new domain until very recently.
But now that the good weather has arrived, Sieste is quite interested in her new outdoor surroundings. I spent much of today doing yard work – raking up the usual winter detritus from the Manse’s expansive lawn. (I always forget how expansive it is until I have to start raking it all.) And Sieste was just such a good helper.
Okay, I’m totally lying. She didn’t help a bit. But she had a great time exploring the Manse property and watching me work. Supervising, I guess you would say. And somebody has to supervise.
Here is Sieste the elderly, deaf (but still curious) cat pacing and checking out the acreage:
And here is what an elderly, deaf cat looks like after a hard day of outdoor supervision:
That is what I call a well-deserved rest.