Pieces of the Whole
I (finally) finished this shawl for my mom, and Walter won’t let go. As you saw in my previous Caturday post, he likes to find new places to sleep, and it’s often inconvenient for me. Oh well. He’s a sweet kitty and I spoil him. Go ahead and sleep there, Walter. I’ll need the shawl in a month when I visit Mom, but in the meantime, it’s yours.
Image Credits: Cesar Cat © BelindaO; Paws in Heart © Bigstock Photos
I’ve never had to worry about the cats sleeping on my laundry until now, when Walter decided to sleep on the freshly-cleaned bath mat I was getting ready to give to a friend. I wasn’t about to give it to her dirty–but now she’s going to have to accept it with a little cat hair on it. Which she will, gladly, because this mat matches her towels.
Image Credit: Cesar Cat © Belinda O; Paws in Heart © Bigstock Photos
My last few cat posts have featured Walter, which is easy to do since he’s so much more expressive than Mimi. Today, however, I caught my little bean looking a little anxious, a little inquisitive, with a little, “say what?” expression on her sweet face. So I’m sharing Mimi with you, which is a good thing, seeing as how she’s such a love.
Months ago I wrote about my storage room and how I desperately wanted to clean it out. Well, slowly but surely that’s happening. It’s a little bit disconcerting to Walter and Mimi, who constantly have to look for new hiding places, but I feel good about it. Not that the room looks clean yet. It’s just that now a lot of the boxes are empty and only need to be broken down.
Anyway, I donated four boxes of books to the Friendly Bookstore, which supports our local library, and now I have several boxes ready for Helping Hands, a thrift store that helps people in need. I hauled two of those boxes out to the living room, right next to the front door. The theory was I’d next carry them down to my car. Problem is, I kept finding more stuff to add, so the bottom box has gotten too heavy to carry downstairs. With my back, I have to be really careful.
It looks like I’ll be handling this the way I handled the books. Take an empty box to the car and then carry everything to that box. I need a break, and apparently Walter does too. I had to put the quilt on top or both cats would be exploring–and making a mess of things. The quilt stays, by the way.
So it’s Caturday and cleaning day all rolled into one.
When I was in high school, we had a beautiful long-haired black cat named Salem. My mom still mourns for her.
In my area, shelters won’t let anyone adopt a black cat in October, for fear of what may happen on Halloween. Or after, when party people may just abandon the precious kitties.
If you have a black cat, I consider you very lucky!!
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