Oh, that’s my favorite kind of day! I love it when my voice cracks on Monday morning at work because I haven’t had to use it all weekend!
That’s wonderful! I love it when there’s acceptance and eventual friendship like this.
Happy Goldie Gotcha day! It’s Sylvia Gotcha Day at my house. Just a week after Shelley died one of my coworkers scooped a kitten up from a roundabout. The shelters here are full from the flooding so what was the kitchen cat hospice is now a nursery.
Yes!Agnes in a power suit!
I just realized Sophie must be related to my mother. Everything in our house had those little ball fringe pom poms on it – kitchen curtains, tablecloth, sofa pillows. The cats didn’t seem to bother them, can’t imagine why not.
Tommy’s not a Maine Coon, he’s The Maine Coon!
OMC, yes! One of those vintage ones from the ‘70s, designed to go with your Harvest Gold, Avacado, Berry or Bronzetone stove. I didn’t have those but I had the cannister set.
I interpreted it as an editorial “No!” in the southern U.S. fashion but after seeing your comment, I think you may be onto something. Mice and raccoons – they might move in the same circles.
I think you’re right – it’s on Beatrix’ speech balloon so it must be hers.
OT: Shelley, my 14 year old with the anorexia that seemed to have no cause, died yesterday at home in the sun. About two weeks ago it was clear she was terminal but she wasn’t in pain and still was interested in her toys and sitting in the sun, and she hated going to the vet so I decided that until she showed signs of distress she could stay home. I work every other day during the week so on my days off I held her and the other cats came up and groomed her and snuggled with her, even the kittens. She was lucid until she finally fell asleep and died and seemed content the whole time. She was cremated today and I took doughnuts to the vet clinic so she would have a wake of sorts. It was just a lovely death and I’m so grateful.