This moment…
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from our lives. A simple, special, memorable moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and keep close to my heart.
Happy weekend!
The Marmott House
If I had a way, or was just a little more tech savvy, I would show this entire post as a “flip book” so that you could get the real picture. Even then it would probably go too slow.
I’m not kidding.
Now, you all know I’ve had a million kittens over the past few years and posted merrily about them all. Soft, sweet, cuddily, adorable–and they are all of that.
But…there is just something…different about this bunch. They’re kinda nuts.
I mean, the running, the jumping, the tumbling, the nipping, the climbing, the chewing, the going over, the going under, the going around, the going through, the bouncing off of everything,
Kinda like a feline version of Super Smash Bros…
on crack.
And I’ll have you know that all this is–for the most part–going on…
at my feet!
So, what’s the big deal, you say?…Just go in another room, you say.
Well, sure, I could do that. But this is my office and this is where my desk is and where my computer is and where my crocheting stuff is and my sewing machine is. I TEACH MY ZOOM CLASSES IN HERE!!!
You’ve gotta picture that.
To say that they’ve taken over the joint would be a huge understatement. This room is usually quite tidy and I know exactly where everything is–but now, the only goal has been to keep things out of their reach…which is no small feat. These guys have Maine Coon blood in them and they jump like jack rabbits.
Oh, yeah, sure. Please take note of where MOM is during all this craziness.
Silly coward.
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Excuse that last bit. Kitten paws.
I left the room for 3 minutes.
Did I say they can jump?
The pet store lady tells me that they will happily take all five kitties as soon as they have room. They just have to sell…a bunny.
A BUNNY?!
My sanity is hanging by a thread because of a bunny?!!
I’ll keep you posted.
I might be buying a bunny.
Cheaper than therapy.
Heh, heh.
If I Have To Choose
Fact #1 I’m a very patriotic person. I decorate in red, white and blue from Memorial Day to Labor Day. My phone case is a US flag. It’s fair to say, that the USA chant is embedded in my heart and soul.
Fact #2 I love kitties. All shapes and sizes and I have pretty much had a cat in my life since I was 4 years old, with no end in sight. In fact, there are 5 baby kittens running around my feet as I’m typing. I adore them.
Fact #3 I need this shirt.
The End
Things I’m Loving…
right this minute.
When my windows look just like this.
Having hot dogs and “hobo buns” for lunch.
A very polite kitty that asks kindly–with his dirty little paw–if I will please pet him.
Prettying up the porch with pink flowers.
French onion dip and stick pretzels.
Getting this hard but really beautiful puzzle done ahead of schedule.
Switching my house lights from pink to red, white and blue…with my PHONE! Eeeek!! Hee, hee!
Having all my oils right where I want them, labled and in alphabetical order too.
A little kitty that doesn’t ask for anything…except to be close.
Anytime the street looks just like this.
Dali’s Twins and a Spare
This time around we have twin kitties. The one on the left has an adorable dot on it’s chin and different black pattern on it’s back. So, as much as they look alike–we can easily tell them apart.
Here’s the fun bit. We don’t just have one set of twins…
WE HAVE TWO!! Go back and look at that again. So sweet, right?!
Another fun fact is that they kinda stick together–stripe and stripe and black and white with black and white. It’s bizarre.
Then, we have this little rebel that plays with everybody. Nearly black all over but for a white throat and four white tipped paws.
They had their first field trip out of the box a couple of days ago and are loving the extra space to play and wrestle with each other. Now if I can just keep them out from under my office chair. Yikes.
These little critters will be 5 weeks old on Sunday and I expect they will only get cuter…
which is the hardest part for me.