When she’s happy, she closes her eyes… and listens to the music, without moving a muscle. If I didn’t know her, I might think that she was a sleep, but she is completely awake, and aware of all that is around, enjoying the warmth of the sun coming through the window.


When first I returned, she was very expressive in her welcome. She left nothing unsaid. But now, like a cat… she doesn’t drag things out forever. She is back to living life and enjoying the good. And listening to ‘Bouncing with Bud’ can be a calm experience when you’re a cat… and you like Keith Jarrett. Ah, how nice it is to be at home, after a good trip.