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The last few days it seems that I’ve been spending a lot of time in my room desperately trying to catch up on emails, blogs, and other computer related endeavors as well as unpacking and setting up a personal space in someone else’s home. And all I can say is thank goodness for Pandora. I’ve been stationed into The Weepies & Laura Marling for the perfect aural environment.
My new accommodation includes a view of a golf course and a very nice little patio nook. I like going to the large sliding glass door in the mornings and just watching… everything. I forget how green it is in Southeast Texas, year round. I also forgot just how many bugs and critters that come with living below the mason-dixon line. Yuck. (I can do w/o that cultural experience thank-you-very-much.) I guess we’re all trying to (re)familiarize ourselves with our new surroundings as the kitties are making their own adjustments too. Dutch saw his first squirrel and Manchester is trying to figure out what to do about being at eye level with neighborhood cats that come up onto the porch. I didn’t realize just how insulated those two little kitties have been in our 2nd floor home. And that’s made me think: maybe I too have been a little too insulated in my life…
it doesn’t seem like friday today, but alas it is. i’ve been super busy lately and will be through next week, but then back to crafting!! It’s been too long.
Have a lovely weekend.
Came across this interesting article on cats while perusing The Guardian. I knew I was a cat lady, but now I can say I just can’t help but give in to these little fur balls of cuteness.
Sound effect: how cats exploit the human need to nurture | Science | The Guardian
How could you not love these guys?
The new kitty has been with us 1 week today. He’s been a real hoot and it’s only been within the last two days that he & Manchester have been able to “play” together. I’m not quite sure that it’s actually “playing”, but at least there is no more hissing and spitting. I did bust Dutch though taking a playful swipe at Manchester. The big kitty just kind of laughs at him. Dutch will not leave poor Manchester alone; he stays right on his tail. Our old-man kitty doesn’t know what hit him.
…the newest (& cutest) member of our family. Brad went and picked him up from the Humane Society on Saturday. He really is absolutely adorable and I’m so glad he’s ours. Manchester hasn’t exactly taken to him yet, but the fact that he’s not spitting at us today I think is a step in the right direction.
oh-so-help-me! we have a new favorite website. it’s absolutely ridiculous. brad cracks me up; as soon as he saw it he said, “it should be illegal!” an entire blog with nothing but the cutest kitties in the world. we’re pathetic…it must be a sickness really. i like that i’m a little embarrassed for brad and his unabashed love of kitties. he feels like he can handle it though, being the construction man that he is. manchester now has some serious competition…
Soon to be single no more.
I spent a good chunk of my day deep cleaning my house. I hadn’t done much cleaning since my sister left and the dust bunnies got as big as my kitty. Speaking of kitty, he tried to help me with my chores today. Later, on my way to the grocery store I decided to stop off at the antique mall and I found a nice little napkin/towel/textile or something that will be turned into something else. I think it will be an apron, pillow or change purse in it’s next life. It was only 50 cents! It was a good little find. Now off for a nice long walk.
I’m still working on that scarf project I mentioned a few weeks ago. I’ll have the reveal soon. I’m curious to see how it’s going to turn out. Hm. Manchester Kitty also thought he would help.
It was a busy week, but here are a few things that caught my fancy & kept me occupied:
:: My eye was drawn to iomoi. I love these paper weights.
:: I also received an update from my friend Amy. She’s coming back to the states in a few weeks.
:: It snowed. We played, we slept.
