One step, two step, and sniff of the rosemary pot

This morning, Fran got to go outside for the first time (since she was adopted - obviously, having been born at the bottom of the garden, she's been there already). She hovered on the threshold, muttering under her breath about this being a small step for cat but a giant leap for cat-kind, and then had a good sniff of the brickwor and the rosemary pot, which, evidently, was the most interesting thing around and demanded the most attention. Fran's nudging me and saying that, obviously, it was thyme, and high-thyme, too, that she got to go outside because she's very, very grown-up.