Oliver sat cross-legged on the soft grass, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Next to him, his mischievous cat, Lemon, stretched lazily, swishing his tail with playful intent. "Today, we're going to count, Lemon," announced Oliver, his voice filled with determination.

Oliver began with the flowers, pointing excitedly as he counted. "One, two, three..." he started, but just as he reached four, Lemon playfully batted at a nearby flower, causing its petals to scatter. "Meow!" the cat purred, clearly entertained by his own antics. "Lemon, you're making it hard to count!" laughed Oliver, but his smile showed he didn't mind the interruption.

Turning his attention upwards, Oliver noticed butterflies flitting around the garden. "Look, Lemon, butterflies! Let's count them," he said with awe. Oliver carefully followed their dance, counting, "One, two, three, four, five!" Suddenly, Lemon jumped high, trying to catch one, landing with a soft thud, leaving the butterflies to continue their graceful flight.

Lying back on the grass, Oliver gazed at the sky. "Let's count the clouds now," he whispered to Lemon, who nestled beside him. "One, two, three...," he began, but Lemon playfully nudged him, rolling onto his back, paws in the air. "You're such a silly cat, Lemon," chuckled Oliver, scratching his furry belly.

The day had been filled with laughter and learning, even if Lemon had his own agenda. "We did a lot today, Lemon," said Oliver, feeling content. Lemon purred in agreement, curling up next to Oliver as the boy closed his eyes, dreaming of numbers and playful cats.