After losing a collection of holiday tree ornaments collected through a lifetime – one I’d made in “art” in the second grade, some made at home with Mom and sibs, a couple made by neices and nephews, gifts from high school friends – I started a new collection. My new tradition is to watch for one each year and only buy the special one for that year. This year’s I picked up during a visit to Descanso Gardens in La Canada Flintridge. Go if you can!
The little brownie is made of wool, which is what I think drew my cat’s attention. You can see her idea of how to enjoy the new acquisition. I guess we’ll share.
Thank you to each of you who reads this blog! I hope your winter Holy Day(s) have been / are especially joyous and blessed with the spirit of the season. May the rebirth of light illuminate you and your loved ones through the coming year and on.
Laundry is one of those chores we all have to deal with. I’m not always keen on chores, but when you have a helper it can be lots of fun. Astrid rather likes laundry day. The laundry basket is a cave with a view. This morning, we got the (toy) mousie started in on the game and WHEEEEEEE!!!! What fun!
A normal laundry day includes racing around the outside of the basket, hiding in it to pounce on “unsuspecting” feet going past, attacking the mousie inside and outside the basket, and losing the mousie under the couch at least once.
Today we discovered a new mousie “talent.” Astrid was inside the basket and I gently tossed the mousie on the upper side of it. She batted the little toy and it bounced like popping popcorn!
Things here aren’t all fun and games though. Astrid has her language lessons, too. Many of us have, or have had, a dog-companion. Most of them learn the word “walk.” Astrid knows “laundry”! I use the key word at the best time of laundry day – when it’s mostly over and everything is warm. Carrying the load in from the dryer I say, “Astrid. Laundry.” She comes from wherever she is sleeping after play time. Naught better in a cat’s life than a nap on clean towels or sheets!
The odd thing about cats it . . .
Sometimes they fit in the box just fine on their own, and sometimes they need to poured in. Today was a pour-in day. Still, there’s contentment, even happiness. (For both of us.)