Perfect Partner
“Enough with the garden dirt.”
Today Dennis is off to the Sioux Fall airport to pick up son Ken for a family funeral tomorrow. The plane was to land at 2:00 p.m. and now the arrival time is at 8:00 p.m. It’s a hurry up and wait.
I decided to do some gardening, in the method of chopping down the greenery. It is spent from a few light frosts and no longer has an appeal to me. It is time, and why not do it before the fingers are getting frostbite?
There was no way for me to get lonely today. Kitten, Butter Ball, was with me the entire time. He is the perfect pet. He loves to be wherever Dennis and me are at, whether in the porch or outside. Butter Ball follows along and snips at leaves, bugs and his shadow.
I don’t stand a chance of overdoing it as Butter Ball inspects the plants as they are lobbed off. I have to back off as I sure would hate to clip his little feet with the garden shears. I have never had a cat that liked me enough to stick it out with me as this one does. Generally, our first garage cat, Honey Bunny, looks very bored and takes off and returns when she darn well feels like it.
When Butter Ball decided to take time out of the dirt and take “five” on the grass, I got the hint that perhaps I also needed to take a break. It didn’t take long and we both knew it was time to hang up the tools and call it a day of good gardening. Obviously, I had to find new digs, as Butter Ball claimed my rocker.
Dennis and I are so enjoying this little addition to our home. Butter Ball is the perfect partner in crimes of gardening – or just stealing the show.