Please, I'm Soft

Here's Myrtle, relaxing on the lawn. "Please, I'm Soft" is something my mother used to say to our cats when they were stretched out, relaxing.

It was panic stations earlier today, when Sweetpea went AWOL.
I called her for ages, but she was nowhere to be found. When Mario got home, we went up the street, asking the neighbours if they'd seen her. We didn't have to go too far; she was two doors down, hiding in the back yard, and appeared when I called to her. She must have followed their cat home, I think.

I was ever so worried, and had even made up a 'missing kitty' poster. I'm too scared to let her out of my sight now!