Instead of flowers sometimes Prince gives me feathers. These are some that he found on the farm this weekend. I make arrangements with them but have to not make Sam Cat mad or he will go about finding my feathers and then he takes them back to Mimi's room to play with them.
At the farm house, one of the Bradford Pear trees that Frank planted before he retired lost about half of itself. Prince cut it up and I sat in the truck and enjoyed the cool breeze. If I had not been the window washing queen, I could have got out and helped just a little but alas, my back give me a warning when I need to stop and reflect on future activities. So I listened to the hum of the chain saw and watched my favorite person.
Later he brought me back to the house with my feathers and then we had a nice lunch. He wanted to jump on the Massey and bush hog the field between our house and the white barn and he did finish but it was after dark when he got back to the house.
The kitty justice is I never know what Prince will present me with after all these years.