When I got home from my floral adventure, Zip came running. It was cold and damp, but I wanted to spend quality time with him and share some love. He was ready; I sat on the porch in his favorite wicker chair and waited. In a few seconds, he came running, jumped up on, and climbed on my left shoulder, his favorite place to sit and purr while I scratched and stroked him.

He seemed to love it, and I seemed to need it; it was a wild week. (I’m very eager to meet Bill, the Adirondack Worm King; Maria and I are getting up early to hear him talk at Hubbard Hall at 9 a.m. The idea of a selfie struck, and I took a couple. Please take a look. It was a lot of fun, and he got the idea instantly, as he almost always does. Zip loves to do just about everything.

I love to sit with him, and I look forward to the Spring when he and I can sit and ruminate together while I watch for birds. Somehow, he gets me and I get him.