food, crochet, merriment
For years and years, this grumpy old thing has been terrorizing the planet. “Young children and woodland creatures beware,” we’d say. “This isn’t your average nice kitty.”
He was even known in some circles as…
The Dog Slayer.
But that was…
before.
Before this little lady came along…
who just wanted to love him…
and trust that deep, deep inside his ancient, cranky self…
that his heart was truly…
kind and good.
And now, magically…
so it has become.
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This is not a post about dogs.
See the good birdy. See her eat the seeds that we scatter for her. See her sit there pretty and let me take her picture.
Good, good birdy.
See the naughty birdy. See the fake picture of the naughty birdy. She won’t sit still for me to take a picture.
Oh, no–she’s too busy…
EATING MY STRAWBERRIES!! Apparently this birdy doesn’t know with whom she plays.
I have friends you know…
A zillion years ago, when I turned 12, my cute little daddy made me this pretty cake for my birthday. At the time, we had just dealt with my cat stepping on one of his cakes. We had no idea how it happened, but there it was–the paw print smushing into one discreet corner of the thing. It was a fiasco and he had to make a whole new cake. Oooohh…he was mad. I even thought that maybe…maybe, my kitty loving days were coming to an end.
A week or so later, when he’d cooled off, he made this cake for my birthday. Oh, do please note the kitty footprints all around the edges.
It was an incredibly sweet thing to do…considering.
I’ve hung on to that silly green kitten for all these millions of years because every time I put it in a giveaway box, or go to throw it out, I remember my funny dad making that cake to show that he wasn’t mad at me or my cats anymore…
and I can’t do it.
Pretty sure anything that feels like that sort of love…
is worth holding on to.
If you look verrrry closely, you’ll see our baby bird, signing her version of the word…
birdy.
She can’t help herself because you see–each day, more and more of our birds come back.
We can see them jostling for the seeds in the feeder.
We can watch them sitting on the deck rail all puffy feathered in the rain.
We can hear them cooing and singing us awake each morning.
And friends, we are very, very happy about it, because we’ve been waiting for a long time…
all of us.
And so Jiff is now banned to the basement until she learns better manners.
After all, we have guests.
Happy Birthday Kristen!
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“Uh-oh. The phone. I got it.”
“Excuse me, sir…sir?”
“It’s for you.”
“I’m sorry. He can’t come to the phone right now.”