Still in love after all these years
I miss my kitties. But they are living large at the folks’ house. Lots of places to roam and soooo much spoilin’.
I miss my kitties. But they are living large at the folks’ house. Lots of places to roam and soooo much spoilin’.
Most of the time when we try to show Holden the cats, he looks everywhere but at them, or he shrieks in their faces and they gallop off. The other night we were chilling on the couch and Jack just plopped himself down beside the baby and hung out despite being kicked repeatedly. Like it was no big thing. I died of cute but came back to life thanks to the abundance of life-giving cute…
May all your pumpkin-snarfing dreams come true.
Amanda and Kristin brought us some pretty blue cut hydrangea blooms for the shower last weekend, and Jack has been eyeing them longingly every day since then. But he hasn’t made a pounce for them. So I rewarded his restraint by letting him have a chomp or twelve on my banana peel.
You can tell he’s fantasizing about sucking the life out of an infant — just look at him.
He has been overseeing my progress today. And making sure to get the new glider given to us by my mom and dad fully covered in his hair.
I’m sick. My pictures suck. EVERYONE’S A CRITIC, KITTY, JEEZ. [Project 365]
Once upon a time, Jack and the manfriend had a tense relationship. They seemed to be developing a friendship until one night that Jack did not take kindly to something the manfriend said, and dispensed with a hiss and a face smack. After that, Ray did not care to have much contact with either kitty. For a while. Seems like during the winter break, while I have been slaving away over a hot computer monitor…
Both of which surely portend a year much like the others that have come before it. [Project 365]
In three words: Sniff, chomp, MORE? This inevitable chain of events poses an obvious challenge to my desire to overwinter some of my annuals. Le sigh.
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