Every night, while it's nice, we have dinner outside in the bistro. Sister always suns herself just out of reach, while we eat and, and secretly long to have her in our laps.
Then, after we've finished, Daisy makes the catch. She gets her fill of love and then passes Sister around the table and we each get our turn.
Also, although there's no photo for this, if we have an extra chair Fitzwilliam frequently takes a seat with us and looks around.