The Girl with the Golden Eyes goes by the name of Kitty. She is not a human, but a cat and the most laid-back and at first glance the least ostentatious member of the extensive feline family I have been looking after each summer for some years. Nevertheless, I have an absolute weak spot for her, as I admire all beings that can carry their own weight without too much fuss. 

Kitty in fact knows exactly what she wants. If she wants to go outside, in the garden, that is what she will be doing. At the exact right moment, she manages to establish eye contact from her position right next to the backdoor. A  questioning ‘meow?’ always follows shortly after .And at the instant she is ready for it, she will come back inside. Just like she sublimely  knows how to time her departure, she also manages to appear in the backyard at the right time. Sometimes she can be found waiting patiently on the terrace wall; she doesn’t seem to mind. After all, she loves spending time outside. She just as easily spends a night out in the garden on a regular base. While the days are rather hot, the night ensures a fair degree of cooling down. 
Upon finding the wrong type of biscuits in her bowl – the ones she doesn’t care for much – she will also make it known. One can see her sniffing cautiously at the contents without even taking a single bite, after which she will turn around, give you one of those long intensive stares with these golden eyes of hers, and as per usual, she will vocalise her request. “No, not those, the other ones!!”. She will continue doing so, until she has reached her goal.