How did I, your ferocious blind kitty, find this sink and why do I like it so much? If I told you, you might quit wearing all your shoes.
With Her Feet Out the Door
Tag Archives: cats
Saffron’s Mad About Me
Mama, I love you, love you more, love you most. I love you, Mama. Love you! You, I love you! Love you, Mama! This has nothing whatsoever to do with that yummy Aspercreme on your neck.
Signed Sealed Delivered
Home now, foot propped up, cats piled high, husband handy. Ready to start my projects and/or nap.
Turn the Color of the Avocado
The new chaise where I will probably sleep next week arrived today. Pete immediately covered it with throws to fool the cats into thinking the couch was previously clawed.
We bought furniture. Speaking of things you didn’t see coming, you must watch this all the way to the end.
You’re welcome.
So I Can’t Go Into Town
Sweetpea and friend regale us from atop the mantle. Art is life, life is art, cats is cats.
With No Shoes On Their Feet
Cats can tell time. Yep.
What it looks like when cats tap their watches.
A Thing From You Your Life
Two cats, ten legs.
By What My Eyes Could See
I broke up a cat fight by putting down food, though I have a vague suspicion I've been outwitted by people who are cats who weren't actually angry at one another.
Your Heart Pumps And Your Blood Will
You do not need a tortilla press to make tortillas. A rolling pin or the bottom of a plate will do, so you can, too.
The thing about a hip problem is that it becomes a back problem. The thing about a back problem is that it becomes a gut problem. I can handle a hip problem, a back problem or a gut problem, but I can’t handle all three at once. Today, I threw in the towel and spent the afternoon in bed. This evening, I’m sitting under a pile of cats, hoping they let me in on their stretchy secrets.
Poor Impulse Control 