
My cats are such peculiar little furballs. In case there is any doubt, I have evidence to support this claim. Mr. Gus thoroughly enjoys an evening under my clothes drying rack. He prefers the clothes to be damp. If they … Continue reading
My cats are such peculiar little furballs. In case there is any doubt, I have evidence to support this claim. Mr. Gus thoroughly enjoys an evening under my clothes drying rack. He prefers the clothes to be damp. If they … Continue reading
I decided to organize my photos the other day, a task I’ve been moving to the next week on my outlook calendar each week for a few months now. I’m a fairly organized person, but I have terrible procrastination tendencies. … Continue reading
This is Scarlett’s spot on the back of the sofa in case you couldn’t already tell.
She passes many an afternoon on her perch, watching the activity outside through the sliding door.
Sometimes she’s extremely camera-shy.
And, often, she’s quite grouchy.
When there is a bird or anything else that moves on the deck, she puts on her game face and watches it like a hawk.
Really, Scarlett, I wish you would relax and make yourself comfortable.
Please take note of her legs, particularly her back leg flung over the back of the sofa. She’s so modest with her superman poses.
She’s annoyed that I’m talking about her like this.
But she still thinks I’m alright because I let her think she owns the place…which might not be far from the truth.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
As I mentioned in my last post about my former garden, this year is the year of the container garden for me as I do not have any gardening space at my apartment, just a small deck. I am determined, however, … Continue reading