There's Otis, looking appropriately spooky for the season. I keep some old dolls my grandmother made in that basket, and the other day he decided to hop in and keep them company. So here I am, in a new location of sorts. I moved my blog from Typepad to WordPress, and I am looking forward… Continue reading Moving In
We’ve rearranged the living room a bit. We’re using the fireplace now, so I moved some of the furniture so it faces – or is at least angled toward – the fireplace and the warmth and the ever-changing collage of glowing embers and dancing flames. Scratchy likes this time of year, and he especially loves… Continue reading Pictures of Scratchy and a Little Story
So we’re a one cat household now. After Softie passed away I firmly said I don’t want any more pets. Ever. I realize that’s a pretty normal emotional response after a pet dies. I’ve gone through it enough times, also, to know that the feeling subsides and pet people tend to stay pet people despite… Continue reading Cat of Leisure
After a rather sudden and fast-moving illness, Softie is gone. She passed away Tuesday night, in our living room/basement. The kids were asleep. I think Alex suspected, though. I sat with her. First I held her, but when that seemed too uncomfortable for her, I laid her down on the carpet and stayed down there… Continue reading These Eyes
A week or two ago I pulled out all the bins of fabric from their bins and shelves and reorganized it. Rather than just organize by color, which is my usual method, this time I sorted first by type of fabric. So now I’ve got all the cottons and cotton/poly blends together, all the stretchy… Continue reading Just for Her
I walked into the living room earlier today and this is what I saw.
Actually, what I saw was Scratchy sort of wrestling with/chewing on the little pink elephant. When I came back with my camera, Scratchy saw me and froze. Like that.
The elephant’s name, by the way, is “Purple Ears.” It’s Julia’s, in case you hadn’t figured that part out. Or, rather, it was Julia’s.
We have this red chair in the living room.
Scratchy believes it’s his.
It’s got lots of white cat hairs on it. Evidence that Scratchy spends a good deal of his down time curled up and shedding there.