Sometimes I take my books outside to read them.
I sit under what I call an 'umbrella tree.'
It's a shade tree, and I don't know
the actual name for it.
Often I fall asleep.
But I always see this cat. S(he's) more like a kitty.
And I think s(he's) been treated badly because
s(he's) quite skittish.
S(he) has decided to use one of my chairs for a bed.
S(he's) on the middle chair.
And the other photo is when S(he's) sleeping
on the warm pavement in front of the carriage house.
It's quite nice to know that I have a friend there while
I'm reading or have fallen asleep.
Live richly, kitty! your friend, marilyn