One can always trust the cat, unless the cat smells fish.
Fifteen minutes up the road and where do I end up?
At the edge of a pond watching Maggie cat busy swatting at minnows.
She meows then laps the water daintily.
Chloe breaks out in laughter.
“Why don’t we have a picnic?”
With tea and crumpets, I wonder? Will Maggie turn into the Cheshire Cat next?
Chloe swings a bag from back to front.
She sits down under a shade tree I swear was not there a moment ago.
“Come, I have snacks.”
She opens the bag and smiles.
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