He's an outdoor roamer, although in bad weather he will favor my neighbor with his indoor presence. Some mornings he naps on my front step. Yesterday morning he checked on the cat mint in my flower bed and, as Tri watched, he took the first-of-the-season roll in it. Tri didn't make a sound, but even so you could just hear her shouting "Get off -- that's ours -- it has to grow a bit more before our human can cut some for us to enjoy."
When I do bring some in for them, Goldie is very much the gentleman -- he lets Tri go first. When done, they both enjoy a long drunken nap.
