Triumph!!

AHA!! I have triumphed over the "feedbag" at last! My caterwauling at the sunroom door showed Mom who's boss......she never knew what hit her.

And it was heaven! Of course, she unceremoniously hauled me back in after about an hour, stating that her feet were getting cold with the door open. What do I care? Put on some slippers! But for the brief time I spent in my chair, soaking in the sunbeam, smelling the crisp air sneaking in through the cracks around the patio door, then foraging for bug carcasses under the plant table, it was a little piece of heaven.

Now, who do I have to scratch to get spring to come so I can be out there all the time?