…you don’t really own anything. The cat does. Immediately. And without question. So, I’m not surprised.
My pregnancy pillow? No, that’s Merlin’s pillow. And he’s quite happy with it, thank you very much.
(Not the best picture, but I just had to share. Cats, y’all. Cats…)
Now that the kitchen is finished, I spent some time this weekend rearranging things a bit. Nothing major – just some tweaks to how I’d decorated, because it’s always nice to change things up and make things fresh, right?
Well, Merlin must agree, because he found a new spot (yes, another one), and I’d say he fits right in, wouldn’t you?
Yes, he’s quite the showpiece.
Alas, I evicted him shortly after taking the picture, and he had to find another comfy nook to look handsome in. But he managed. As cats do.
Figured we could all use a smile on this Monday morning, and Merlin always obliges, doesn’t he? 😊
Upstairs bathroom renovation starts this week. Short story hopefully on Friday. Happy creating, y’all!
When you’re anxious, when you’re busy, when life just feels a little overwhelming…
Smile. Laugh. Be positive. Because mindset is a powerful thing.
(Short story up in Wednesday, so come back and visit! Wishing everyone a good week of creating and being awesome.)
As of today, we’ve got 100 days left until Baby Girl’s due date. It feels like forever and way too fast to get everything ready.
As of yesterday, Merlin (the Magic Cat) is a year old.
As of this week, the kitchen’s coming along nicely. New paint.
One section of countertops and a new sink.
And lots left to do. But even small steps are steps forward.
It’s short story time, and I’ve got nothing. I plan to work on it throughout this week and weekend, but it will be next week before August’s short story gets posted. We’re visiting family starting tomorrow, and I just know I won’t have time.
Time, time, time. Funny thing, isn’t it? Infinite, theoretically, but it certainly doesn’t work that way for us. But as the old song says, it certainly marches on.
I’ll be taking a break Friday and Monday, but I’ll be back on Wednesday, hopefully with a late short story for August. In the meantime, I wish y’all happy creating! And if you’re in the US, a lovely holiday weekend!
Do you think Merlin is plotting his?
Or maybe just taking measurements?
Honestly, I don’t even know if he knows quite what his goal is. Cats, y’all.
Y’all, this cat.
As he’s getting bigger, Merlin just keeps getting cuter and cuter. Seriously, just look at that adorable snaggle fang!
And I know I haven’t posted any pictures of her in a while, but Annie’s still trucking along, as well. She’s a sweet old lady who likes to nap in the coolest spot in the house – the basement – and just doesn’t seem to enjoy getting her picture taken anymore. But she’s here, and very much loved.
What would life be, I wonder, without these animals? They give so much to us just by existing.
I had a different post planned for today, but I just had to share. Merlin found a new spot over the weekend.
He has no idea how very…not ideal…this new spot of his is. Cats, y’all. Cats.
For today,
I’ll take a moment to
just be grateful
that Merlin
has only broken
one piece
of antique china.
(So far.)
Y’all, this is MY chair. My comfy reading chair. That I bought especially for me. Where I do all my best thinking and writing and napping and stuff. Or, I guess, it used to be…
Sigh. I suppose I can’t fault Merlin for having good taste.
This photo popped up in my memories earlier this week.
Apparently, I took it in May of 2007. I don’t remember the when, but I do remember the why. Graham had just come home from work, and Gatsby immediately curled up right beside him as soon as he sat down. And stayed there. It was just such a sweet moment I felt like I had to capture it, and now, all these years later, I’m so glad I did.
I look back now – at how young Graham looked, at how much Gatsby always loved us, at how lucky it was that I had a camera nearby – and I’m grateful. I’m also reminded that we are legacies for the people (and animals) that we love. Even when they’re no longer with us, we carry them in our hearts, and so they’re never really gone, as long as we’re still here to love them and remember them. How very powerful that is.
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