Sketching at Pat's

This is just one of the artfully arranged vignettes in Pat's charming garden. How have we never sketched here before? I have a bad case of garden envy. I came home and weeded for an hour before dinner tonight.

 
This sketch was supposed to be about the Siamese cat, Yang. She was sitting still on the arm of the sofa, beautifully lit by the lamp light. But before I sketched her, she broke her pose and became that lump on the sofa, curled up grooming herself. She tried to redeem herself by sitting in my lap as I tried to paint, covering my black shirt in cat hair.