My white cat, Angelina Beautiquina, made an appearence in the garden this evening, sniffing various flowers, chewing a few leaves of grass, walking around the grounds with me. She moves through space like a white, fluffy powder puff, albeit one that waddles. I am often amazed at how these creatures, cats (and dogs), have chosen so willingly to live with us. I mean, why don't squirrels or birds or skunks? Cats and dogs, interact with us, listen to us, even watch TV with us. What a small miracle. Maybe a very big one!