Saturday was truly an idyllic day.
After I grew tired of resting on the violets beneath the purple plum, I meowed for relocation.
We started our customary half circle stroll around the rock garden. The moss pink is almost in full bloom....nice, nice. The peonies and purple irises are gaining height every day....good, good. The freshly mowed grass smelled especially delicious so I paused for some deep breathing. Next, I slowly nibbled a couple of tall blades that had escaped the mower's blades.
As always, my progress was labored and deliberate. One does not rush idling. Except when one is tricked.
My Own dropped my lead and said to me "There it is Nollie."
She was referring to the vegetable garden of course.....with all it's unobstructed dirt.
Pick em up, put em down, pick em up, put em down.....my little legs lifted me off the ground like a hovercraft. A hundred yards in 5 seconds. A NEW WORLD RECORD! The crowd went WILD!----
In celebration, I rolled left, I rolled right. I closed my eyes and stretched to my full length....ah....my precious dirt.
Her shadow came to rest over me. I opened my left eye.
There she stood, smiling and nodding.
I had been duped yet again....but it was all good.