“Is it that he’s molting making all the fur stand up, or are his hips a bit more prominent than usual?” my husband asked me a few weeks ago, when looking at our cat with his tail up and nose down in his food bowl. I didn’t know it then, but that turned out to…
Heeeeey, I’m still here! I know, I know…. what happened? I had this blog and I really loved writing, and then this pandemic happens and I’m stuck at home for weeks and weeks, there’s no better time to start writing more, right? RIGHT? Turns out I’m wrong. Lockdown with your husband and your five year…
Mr. Darcy, our cat has always been somewhat special. About eight and a half years ago I finally prevailed on The Mister to let me get a cat. He is not, bless him, an animal person, though he has nothing against them. But if you’ve never grown up with a pet it’s hard to understand…
The holidays are for catching up to family and friends and taking a break from the daily grind. We just came back from a short trip to see family out in Galway, and were lucky enough to get home in time to catch friends of ours flying back to Vienna tomorrow. I hope to see…
Christmas day began pretty much like any other day in this household. We gradually acquired wakefulness thanks to a restless starfished child between me and The Mister, first rolling in one direction, then another, before rolling back toward me and in a whiny whisper declaring that he’s thirsty. Or hungry. It’s usually one or the…
It’s wonderful to spend the holidays with friends and family, share meals, exchange presents and stories. But it’s also really nice to come back home at end of the holidays to your own place. Also, someone here really missed me.
I can’t remember the last time I actually spent a whole day in bed. I mean, even when the whole household was sick over the summer and I spent a long weekend parenting from the comfort of our pull-out couch, I still had to be up and about to a certain degree because unfortunately you…
I do actually have serious things I want to write about but I am feeling somewhat low on the motivation and energy front. The absence of those two makes for poor inspiration, in that I have ideas for topics, but I cannot find the spark that seems to inspire that organic flow of words that…
It’s ridiculously hard to casually photograph a black cat really well. They absorb light or else they reflect it. And if they’re not also moving at the same time. So I don’t have too many good pictures of Mr. Darcy, or his ridiculously long whiskers. And even fewer of his unusual single white eyebrow. However,…
Sometimes when you’re mind-numbingly exhausted, all you need to unwind are a fleece blanket, a cup of tea, and a purring puddle of fur.
The other day Hawkeye and I were in the garden. He was busy doing very important toddler things, which as far as I can tell involve moving around dirt and mulch from one spot to another. I was busy trying to ignore him as best as I safely could. His imagination is far better than…
The Feathered Rose 