My Pretty Puzzles

In that funny space between Christmas and New Year’s–I decided to pour out a pretty little puzzle.

There is something so soothing about turning all the pieces over, then setting them in little piles according to their shape.

Yeah, I’m one of those puzzle people who takes a few hours to organize all the pieces so that the whole experience is…you know…more orderly.

I believe the puzzle ultimately goes together much, much faster this way because it’s not so chaotic.

In fact, this happy little puzzle was probably two thirds finished when one night I woke to the sound of something very much like pebbles pouring onto the floor.

I flipped on the light and saw that old Hobbes had jumped on one end of my puzzle board and tipped it off the side of the little table it was on and just more than half of my sweet puzzle was on the floor in a broken up pile.

*sob*

The next morning, my sweet Rhenny boy helped me put it all back together and we even kept at it till it was finished! Wahoo!!

What shall I do with all this spare time? Laundry? Dishes? Take down the Christmas stuff?

Apparently not.

Heh, heh.

 

Tarmac the House Squirrel

Now that it’s January, the Santa hat for our little furless squirrel friend had to go. But, knowing–from my childhood– that many inanimate objects probably have feelings, and not being willing to take the risk that they don’t– I still wanted our little Tarmac to be warm.

Perhaps your thinking, “Aww how sweet.” Perhaps your thinking, “Somebody over at that place needs medication,” I don’t know. All I do know is that it makes life a lot more interesting if you believe in a few things that are…

a bit whimsical.

And so I do.

Besides, if I try to make Hobbes wear stuff he bites me, so naturally I’ll choose a more docile creature to dress for winter.  Be cold grumpy old Hobbes.

Tarmac the squirrel is warm and happy.

So I’m warm and happy.

Let it snow.

 

 

 

Little Watcher

Ever since we came back from our last trip to Texas– sweet little Hobbes appears magically on the porch whenever we back out of the driveway. It feels like he’s setting us in his mind in case we just don’t come back…for a long time…

in kitty days.

Be brave little man. Just a quick trip to the store, this time.

We’ll be back in a blink.

Fear not.

There Are Three

We moved the newcomers to a cozy box in the bathroom–because no one should have to start life under a shoe rack. You know I’m right.

There are in fact, exactly 3 kitties. This one is a sweet little tiger stripe.

This little one is grey with very muted stripes–barely there.

And lastly, this one is the twin to the grey baby above only with a darker diamond on it’s nose.

I have no earthly idea if they are girls or boys because it’s hard to know with cats until they are a bit older. Maybe someone, SOMEwhere can tell, but it ain’t me.

So, we will live with the mystery.