
Such a pretty boy. Yes, I just brushed him. No, he is not my cat.

Such a pretty boy. Yes, I just brushed him. No, he is not my cat.

Izzy the cat was very pleased with the pile of fuzzy blankets I put on her (my) chair. What I really should have captured in a picture was how pissed she was when I put all those throws in the wash and she was left with no fuzzy blankets. To make up for it, I laid out a fresh, warm from the dryer blanket, folded in fourths for extra cushiness, on one of her favorite perches. The princess may have forgiven me.

May your year be bright
May your projects be fruitful
May your beans stay warm
Yup. I’m running a cat tavern. I set up the trail cam to monitor who was visiting the heated water bowl. The answer is cats from neighbors on both sides of our house.





Oh that bold fluffy calico. She is on my “need to be fixed” list.

Our house has a two story high living room, with a railing across the side of the hall way upstairs. Sophie likes to look down and check on the progress of her din-dins. She has also, on occasion, knocked her toys through the balusters onto the laps below.