A grab bag from recent trips to Salt Lake City and Corvallis and happenings in between.
Ginger ponders the presence of a Christmas tree in the house.
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! We drove through the old neighborhood looking at Christmas lights, then came home and opened one present each. Now we’re watching It’s a Wonderful Life in our new PJs. Who will make it to the end?
Our tree has lights, ribbons, and a skirt. Tomorrow, it will get ornaments.
Of greater interest to our cats Hazel and Ginger is the train that circles its base. Whap! Derailed, again…
Update. It’s done!
I’m not sure who’s having more fun with the feeders: the birds, us, or the cats. Whenever we open the windows, the cars sit on the sills and study the birds.
I had help doing the dishes after lunch today.
We have two cats.
They have every reason to be the same. They are from the same litter, have the same parents. They were raised together, by their mother and family, and then by our family.
But they aren’t the same. Ginger is black and Hazel is gray.
More importantly, Ginger knows how to get my attention. She follows me through the house. She jumps up on the bed in the morning and kneads me. She paws me when I’m at the computer. When I pick her up and scratch behind her ears, she purrs immediately. Ginger loves my attention.
Hazel, well Hazel is a cat. She doesn’t ask for attention. She watches me from a “safe” distance. She doesn’t jump up on my bed. She doesn’t paw me. When I pick her up and scratch behind her ears, she is slow to purr. Yet, Hazel loves my attention.
We have four kids.
Our cats, Hazel and Ginger, cuddle in the sink. They’re making the best of being locked in the bathroom while I clean the aquarium.
Yeah, I’m catblogging and it’s not even Friday. Such are the joys of being owned by a cat.