Garfield the Ginger Cat

Flowers in the house need to be watched.
As long as someone is around to see them, it is fine, but when the room is unoccupied a small Ginger colored cat comes to see what is new.
He loves nature. He adores flowers.He shows appreciation for the simple things of life.
If the flowers are roses, he is beyond happy. Roses taste as good as they smell and he cannot help but have a few nibbles of the tender petals.
I find him with his eyes closed and his nose buried deep in a bouquet quietly inhaling the fragrance of the flowers. He looks transported.   He has gone off to his own private heaven where nothing can disturb him.
Hearing his name called quietly, he opens his eyes slightly to see who might be pulling him back into the present world, then closes them gently again to shut the world out and once again breathe in the sweetness.
"Garfield, Garfield...."
"No, not yet" he seems to be thinking. Let me stay a while longer.

I have seen that serene and gentle look on his dear ginger face often.
Like the times he sticks his head out the door and closing his eyes in that  gentle manner, snuffling up the breeze and everything that rides on it.
What does he smell on those gentle breezes that pleases him so? Flowery scents, grasses, trees, the scent of the bay?
 He lounges quietly looking out at the world , doing what cats do when they are at peace, closing the eyes slowly and then reopening them slowly again. "Ahh, peace" he seems to say.