Pebbles and the Cats

The wind is blowing and just wiped out the wireless connection taking with it a post I was writing.
The update on Pebbles is that she stood the trip very well.  J and Howard took turns walking her every night and morning. By the final day she was obviously tired of travel, not wanting to return to the confinement of the horse trailer, though being a biddable horse she did so.
There are no fences here, so J quickly put up an electric fence when we arriverd to make a small enclosure.  Pebbles pounded around and around, tossing her head and flaunting her tail.  She was so over-joyed to be free!
The cats have learned where the warmest places are in the cottage at every hour of the day and night. The windowsills here are not wide enough to accomodate a lounging cat so they have to be content with a spot on the floor on a nest in a chair or sofa.
The sun is shining through the budding branches of the red maples, the wind tossing them makes shadows on the table where I am writing and dapples light and   shade over Teasel's stripey coat.  She is settled in a chair by the table and periodically reminds me that we used to have TEA at this time of day.  We are trying to wean the cats from the habit of canned food twice a day.  They have been fine until today when Teasel remembered the old routine and started a most eloquent pleading fuss.
I was able to get online and use my Jackson and Perkins gift certificates.  I am looking forward to the arrival of two yellow Simplicity roses, a collection of vintage hollyhocks and lily of the valley pips.
Running through my mind at intervals is a phrase from Psalms: "the lines have fallen to me in pleasant places."