I would ask her if she would like another cat as a playmate, what she sees when she looks so intently into the dark yard at night, and what she does all day when we are gone.

(Speaking of looking intently. Last night my husband had dinner ready when I got home. He was sitting across the table from me and looking at me so intently. Thinking -- dinner and now looking at me so...what is it dear? His reply....I'm looking at the TV in the other room. Oh well.)