Sophie

Someone had a big day out recently. 

Here's a hint: it wasn't Stella.

The cats normally don't go outside (half are not interested in anything beyond their food and our bed), Rhett used to be indoor/outdoor and Sophie occasionally gets paraded around to sniff flowers and roll around on the concrete during nice weather. It normally doesn't last for long, as she likes to trot off, roll, trot, roll, dash under parked car. Then, when you try to pick her up, she throws a fit on the level of "they'll never take me alive!!!" and then she's swiftly tossed back inside.

But Saturday, was different.

Plastic Adirondack, or facial scratching device?

I'm just gonna make some biscuits in this clover patch

Since Brian and I were both out for a good bit of Saturday, we put Stella in her pen, and then put Sophie in. And she didn't try to escape. Which she could have, handily. She paraded around, hissed at a too-nosy Stells, flopped about on the chair, and acted like she more or less owned the whole pen. Stella, meanwhile, was glad to be outside, and really, just wanted to sniff some butt.

My face is up here, thanks

Follow the leader, like a boss

This is why you will now be referred to as "the rectangle"

She enjoyed her time outside, wasn't mean until I tried to pick her up to bring her back in, and she probably got more exercise in those 45 or so minutes than she has all year. Hope you had a lovely weekend!