food, crochet, merriment
If our little Lyla was not a cat, but a person instead–she would be that flirty girl in “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Remember that scene where the girl says, “Oh, this old thing? I only wear this when I don’t care how I look!”
The smile she smiles–right there as she prances away from all the guys, with their jaws hanging open.
That is Lyla…
…the flirt.
We should have named her Violet.
When Miss K saw that her little sister’s birthday was coming up–she came up with a pretty dang clever idea. She decided to make a doll–all by herself. She even covered it with tape and “stuffed” it with cotton. Miss K put a lot of work into her masterpiece.
The very fact that she thought this up herself was amazing to me! What a creative gift for her baby sister. I’m glad we got pictures because I have a feeling that this little treasure won’t last long in the hands of a one year old!
But that’s ok. We’ll all remember the love for a long, long time.
Everyone knows that being a princess is hard work. Too many frogs. Too many ball gowns. Too many rules.
And then there’s that pesky crown that won’t stay straight. Sometimes it’s all just too, too much!
Then again, perhaps with a little tweak here or there…
and a bit of balancing this way and that…
the princess can find her special way of doing things that speaks to her very own soul.
Then there will be joy in the kingdom.
This little fellow may look sort of ok, but this was 2 days after he was hit by a car. We didn’t actually see the accident but Rhen saw him out in the street…looking like he’d been run over.
Rhen ran out to get him but when he got close enough to pick him up, Hobbes just bolted and ran into the backyard. We searched for him for 4 hours without any luck.
We finally found him in the farthest corner of the basement–curled up in a ball and hiding out. I didn’t dare go to him–because he gets feisty with me when he’s scared or hurt. But Rhen went right up and started petting him. The poor guy could hardly raise his head but started purring.
He seemed to be banged up mostly on his head–kinda like he had run into the car–rather than the car running into him. If that makes sense.
I called all kinds of vets to see if they could help but they all said that if he was moving around and didn’t have any broken bones, then he’d likely be ok.
Sure hope so, poor guy.
Our silly little Chili baby is not such a baby anymore–size wise.
But point a camera at her and she turns into a full blown two year old– flipping around making it nearly impossible to just snap one decent picture of her!
Sometimes, I almost think that maybe, just maybe, she knows exactly what she’s doing and is actually posing...
making sure we capture her best side.
Because when it comes to your image,
a girl can’t be too careful.
