This is typically what my front porch looks like: populated by cats. The tabby on the left, sprawled out, is the neighbor’s cat. In a display of brilliant imagination, she is named “Stripey”. The orange cat is none other than our spare cat, Orange Kitty. Yeah, I know, pot to kettle. But I justify it by claiming Orange Kitty isn’t really our cat, just a spare. My indoor cats have proper names.
This is our magnificent forsythia. I don’t think it’s ever looked better.