When I was living in France, I didn’t have a garden like I have now.
My human and I spent some time at my human’s mom’s apartment. My human’s mom would keep me when my human was away too. She didn’t have a garden but she had a balcony and I had permission to go on the balcony.
What I liked most was when no human was watching, I would jump on one of these flower pots and smell the flowers, eat carnation buds or grass. Of course it was strictly forbidden because the apartment was on the third floor. But that was so much fun!
There was another place on the balcony in which I loved to go. It was kind of like a bookshelf but with a big, thick plastic cover on it. My human’s mom was keeping vegetables and some plants inside. I loved to hide inside!
Lovely souvenirs!
Texas, a cat in New York 