It was lonly without you

Yesterday was the first day that it was warm enough this year for me to work in the Whiskers Memorial Butterfly Garden. The whole time I was weeding I kept expecting to hear you come meowing out of the woods to tell me what you had been up to. You always had so much to say. I just wish I could have understood every meow you uttered. It was lonely weeding without a kitty in my lap, and so sad not to see you sitting in the Butterfly Chair while you supervised the weeding or hiding under the plants. ~Alasandra