text:  Oh my God, there's a cat out there, I thought. Isabella was already up, standing expectantly in the hallway. Want to go to the garden now, she said. Well, put your clothes on first, I said, yawning, putting on my own blue jeans and sweatshirt. Isabella vanished back to her room, emerging minutes later with her shirt on backwards, but otherwise fully dressed. Now we can go to the garden, she insisted.