It’s a lazy Sunday morning and I have yet to get dressed. I’m spending some time going through my emails, checking my spam folders for anything important that may have slipped through the cracks and researching whatever comes to mind that interests me. In short, I am doing nothing in particular.
I have company. My gray, Russian Blue cat, Violet, has decided to hang out with me. She has installed herself on my lap.
And it is nice. Very nice.
My sister made… no, she COERCED me into taking a three-week beginning crochet class, the third and final installment of which I attended today. We learned how to make granny squares. Other than practicing – of which I did little because that’s the kind of week it was – my homework was to look up some videos on YouTube of people teaching various methods for constructing a granny square so that I would have an idea as to what I would be doing.Continue reading Shamed By The Cat
Seven years ago, I had to have my beautiful, seventeen-year-old, Russian Blue, Josephine, put down after a long bout with kidney failure. I had adopted her at the age of four from a local animal shelter, so she had been with me for most of her life.Continue reading A Feline Ghost Story: Josephine