Nodding to Lady Whiskerton, you retreated to your butler's pantry where your drafting supplies awaited. The walnut writing desk held parchment of the finest quality, alongside colored inks and a set of precision drafting tools. With practiced hands, you began sketching potential cushion arrangements for the southern meadow location.

Your first design featured concentric circles of velvet cushions in complementary shades of lilac and cream, allowing Her Ladyship to rotate with the sun's movement. The second arrangement took inspiration from Japanese zen gardens, with geometrically placed cushions surrounding a central catnip fountain. The third and most elaborate design recreated the Whiskerton family crest in cushion form, using embroidered silks in the house colors.

As you worked, the grandfather clock chimed eleven, reminding you of the approaching sunbathing hour. You carefully rolled up the three designs in a silk ribbon and returned to Lady Whiskerton's chambers. She had moved to the windowsill, watching a pair of sparrows in the garden below with predatory interest.

'Your sunning options, My Lady,' you announced, unfurling the parchments on the low table before her. Her tail twitched as she examined each design with narrowed eyes, occasionally glancing toward the window where the willow tree's branches swayed gently in the summer breeze. The scent of lavender drifted through the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of your ink-stained fingers.