Ah, spring! It's the time when nature awakens from its winter slumber, and our furry friends, Jean-Jacques and Jacques-Jean, turn into real gardeners. While a blizzard rages outside and my nose involuntarily reaches for a warm cup of tea, I want to remember those carefree days when we together created our little paradise.
It all started when Jean-Jacques, our red-haired leader, was the first to notice the first timid patches of bare ground. His green eyes lit up with genuine interest. "Well, guys, it's time to beautify!" his purring voice seemed to say. And so, armed with shovels, rakes, and bags of earth, we went out to the garden.
Jacques-Jean, our gray helper, was more restrained in his emotions, but his enthusiasm was no less than his brother's. He meticulously leveled the beds, carefully choosing the best places for future flowers. And when it came to planting seeds, he covered them with earth so carefully that it seemed he was afraid to disturb them.
We planted everything we could get our hands on: marigolds, petunias, roses, even pumpkins. Jean-Jacques, being a born experimenter, decided to plant catnip as well. "Let's have our own cat garden!" he purred, looking at us with a sly grin.
Our neighbors initially looked at us with bewilderment. "Cats and gardening? Unbelievable!" they whispered behind their backs. But when they saw the results of our joint work, their surprise turned into admiration. Our garden turned into a real blooming paradise. The bright colors of the flowers were pleasing to the eye, and the aroma of herbs filled the air.
Of course, there were some funny incidents. Once, while we were planting roses, Jean-Jacques decided that this was a great opportunity to hunt for bugs. He ran around the beds with such energy that he almost dug up all the flowers. We had to distract him with a ball to calm him down.
Jacques-Jean, on the other hand, was incredibly neat. He watered each flower strictly according to schedule, making sure that there was no dust on the leaves. Sometimes it seemed that he worried about our plants more than himself.
In the evenings, we would sit on a bench, admiring the results of our labors. Jean-Jacques would purr some cat song under his breath, and Jacques-Jean would sleep peacefully at my feet. At such moments, I felt like the happiest person in the world.
And although it's winter outside now, the memories of that warm summer warm my soul. I know that when spring comes again, I and my feline gardeners will get down to business again. After all, creating beauty is what unites us.
