When I arrived at The House of the Seasons 11 years ago the property looked very different. Of course, I was a different cat back then too. In my younger days, it was my job to patrol the grounds and keep unwelcome guests – you know, like lizards and bugs – away from the house.
Now, with the garden finished, the landscape around the house is much less feral and so, as it turns out, am I. Now in my more seasoned years, my responsibilities have changed. Instead of pouncing around the yard, it’s now my job to purr and preen for guests and to lay in sun spots where I can be adored. It’s a hard job, but I’m up to the task.