Daylight licked me into shape

My cat Isabel strutted onto the newly finished screened porch as if she had always owned the place. She had a spring on her step and an intent look in her cattish eyes that seemed to disdainfully say "What are you doing here on my turf joseph?". God, I'm odd, inventing non-existant conversations between me and a small feline creature. Her brother Mister Fred was tentative and cautious, silently moving, alert to the most miniscule of noises. I was so glad they are getting to experience a bit more of the outdoors, as they have seemed lethargic the past few months.
I sat outside and read all day until my cousin arrived. Then we went to the roof and chatted.
Just Like Heaven- The Cure