I looked up from my computer to see Minnie hopping up the stairs to the front porch. She walked straight to me, meowing as if announcing her arrival.
I’ve never seen Minnie on the front porch. It’s Flo’s domain. Minnie spends her days on the back porch or high on the hay bales in the barn.
Flo was already sleeping next to me on the wicker bench, so picked Minnie up and put her on the cushion on the low table in front of me.
Now they’re both curled up next to me, as if we do this every night.