Tag: cats
Samantha on the defensive
Stand-off on the front deck. Jack and Sam are NOT friends, in fact, they fight like, well, cats. Complete with yowling and fur flying. It’s great at 3am under our bed…. Continue reading Samantha on the defensive
Another necklace
I’m having fun with these and I’m running out of people to make them for. Anyone want a necklace? This one suffered a slight hitch in the making process, I had all the beads laid out on the beading tray ready to thread onto the wire when Jack hopped up onto the bench and decided he needed to see what I was doing. He walked straight across the tray, which slipped, so he jumped. Beads everywhere. Mostly on the tray still fortunately. Idiot cat. Continue reading Another necklace
Territorial disputes
David has a problem. Most evenings as he settles into bed another member of our family stages a sneak invasion of his bedroom. Samantha has decided that the top bunk is the perfect cat bed, neither Jack nor Tom can reach her there and hey! a whole bed all to herself, what more could a cat wish for? She reaches this nirvana via the bedside table, settles in to the middle of the bed and proceeds to groom herself. Thoroughly. Vigorously even. And the whole bunk shakes. Understandably, David objects to this and calls for a parent to come and … Continue reading Territorial disputes
Quick! Look over there!
While I quickly document the stuff-up that was Friday… Wait a minute, you’re still here. Never mind I’ll leave the confession till the end of the post. Perhaps you’ll be bored by then and won’t bother reading it, she says assuming that anyone bothers reading any of the food diaries…interesting question – does anyone read them? So, today, better than average, expensive though. Why am I such a sucker for indulging my kids when they so don’t need any more STUFF!? Caitlin got her ears pierced (that was planned – early birthday present type thing). Then we had gelato…it was … Continue reading Quick! Look over there!
Jack-in-a-box
Can’t have Jack feeling left out. Here we see his determination to fit a lot of cat into a smallish box… I has a box… Almost there… Ahhh. Head in. Comfy now. Continue reading Jack-in-a-box
Cat on tum.
Samantha, trying her best to prevent me using the keyboard. She stands on my tummy and kneads my shoulder. There’s claws with a vengeance. Ow.This post brought to you via extremely slow one-handed typing. Continue reading Cat on tum.
Mim's Muddle 