We had a good day yesterday. It was Sunday. Poor Mom, the big man the people kid named Will got dressed in fancy clothes and went to the place where people act nice for a few minutes called church. Poor Mom wasn't grouchy or worked up about anything.

We live in a place where it is hot. We have big trees all around our house and we have a bunch of places to sit outside called porches. I like the porches because poor Mom and I spend a lot of time on porches. The porch in the back of the house has a screen around it so that punk Jesse can't get on it. Me and poor Mom have coffee out there on the table sometimes. When poor Mom and the big man have company, they light little things called candles and eat out there too. Sometimes when it is night, poor Mom will turn on the light and go out on that porch and read books. If I know she is there, I'll sit by her.

We have a porch in the front that has rocking chairs on it but no screen. That is bad because the big grey cat gets up on the porch and beats me up sometimes. Me and poor Mom sit in the rocking chairs in the afternoon when the big trees hide the sun behind their leaves. We rock and just relax and sometimes we read books. We have a swing in our yard and it confuses me. It is called a porch swing but it doesn't have a porch, it just has a nice shady place in the yard where it hangs. Sometimes in the mornings me and poor Mom sit on the porch swing without a porch and talk about stuff.

We really like to be outside. We have tables and chairs outside and that rope bed called a hammock. Poor Mom puts the rope bed under the trees and we lay there and just close our eyes. Well, until my legs fall through the ropes, then we have a problem.

Yesterday was a good day because everybody was happy. The big man and Will were upstairs watching funny shows on TV and me and poor Mom just rocked on the porch in the front and read our books. Poor Mom is reading Cold Sassy Tree and I'm reading Three Blind Mice. Poor Mom took her big boot off and hobbles around pretty good. I'll be glad when she can walk instead of hobble. Hobbling is not cool and well, I want a cool Mom because I am a cool cat.