Cats For All Seasons

Being laid up for a week means a lot of face time with the cats. Daisy, although initially unsure of what I was doing home every day, has become my constant companion. She likes to hang out on the end of the bed near my feet.

As I've become more active, she follows me around and flops at my feet, rolls on her back and offers her pillowy white tummy for a toe rub. It's like she's in cahoots with my rheumatologist -- this makes for nice gentle stretching.

Harry is a bit more reserved in his affections, although he does join me in my (admittedly limited indoor) birdwatching adventures. Kelly bought me a really neat little pair of binoculars that make the whole thing much more rewarding, even if the neighbours might think I'm spying on them. Harry would enjoy them too, if only he had opposable thumbs.

Anyway, there are birds a-crazy and Kelly says that bulby things are beginning to pop up in the back yard. I'm itching to get out there but I know it would be pushing things. In the meantime I can enjoy the ivy and oxalis that are brightening our kitchen window.

The oxalis has shot off a lovely little flower:

I like to think of it as a promise, of sorts, that the garden will come and the back will heal.