#felinefriday

It's been a while since Pearli has been in a pickle. I thought those days were over. Alas. Not. She uses the Cats' Mother's house as a place to sleep. At night. But not all night. In summer, she will curl

Well, it's Sunday night in my part of the world and I'm sitting out back enjoying the breeze. It's been a warm day but I'm in the shade with a big ol glass of cool water and some tunes. Quite a nice evening

How yesterday ended - with a (lap) visitation from Princess Pearli - and today began. I - literally - am contested turf in the mornings. Rambo's new ritual is to move from the foot of the bed and on to

Another emerging ikhowe. We thought it would get bigger. It didn't, and yesterday morning, had signs that other mushroom lovers had nibbled at it. I picked it and it's in the fridge awaiting its fate.

There are a bunch of clichés running through my head: What a difference a day makes ...and... All good things come to those who wait ...or perhaps more aptly... The pendulum swings Bit first, three photos

This is how most of my days begin. Gandalf cannot get close enough for his ritual morning greeting. Some mornings, it's very endearing. Others, well, not so much. Especially in warmer weather and I don't

Because I'm still nursing my foot (It's a lot better, thank you for asking), I decided to spend yesterday morning in the kitchen making chilli jam. I had discovered, to my horror, that I only had one in

Rambo is now one cool cat. This is him, lounging - on me - waiting for breakfast. It's hard to believe that it's only a year ago that we were able to cage him to have him neutered. In November, it'll be

#PixiePost #TimmysLife #LivingFurrously As always, Timmy is living life furrously as he paws his way through more adventures at the Pixie Palace... Just in time for #FelineFriday, we go back to a couple

I am not quite sure how this three photo Thursday thing began. I think it was one of my coping strategies in lockdown. Some weeks, I struggle. Yesterday was not one of those: even though I was literally

Rambo has contentedly staked his claim on the bed. As the weather turns it - the bed - is contested territory. For the Cats' Mother, particularly, winter mummification is ahead. I had a day in the office

It's not blurred. It's a still fluffy martin fledgling puffed up against the summer morning chill who helped me start my day. It was a long one that began in the kitchen with koeksisters and moved into

Blue sky, window open and a perching Princess Pearli are signs of summer. At last. Thursday was another busy ine, working through the list, and catching up after Wednesday's enforced stoppage. And then

It's been a while since I did one of these posts. Yesterday was a strange day and felt morenlike Friday than a Thursday. Rambo's new daytime spot in cooler weather. On the back of the sofa. Sensible. He

The wind came up stormed in on Wednesay night. It woke us. The bedroom window rattled and we could hear things being blown about. On the veranda. In the years we have had this rack on the stoep, it has

This was how Thusday began. It was cold and grey. Which of course, Gandalf was not. He was, let's just say, indulged and warm as toast. In the pink. That is were he stayed for the better part of the day.

Yesterday dawned cold, grey and wet. Nobody, least of all, tje felines wanted to go anywhere other than the warm bed. Including Rambo who, for the first time, settled at The Husband's feet waiting for

Have you ever got to the end of the day and just wanted comfort food? With tomato sauce? That was me, last evening. This was a little of how the day unfolded. There is a bakkie (pick up) in that cloud

I shared three photos last Thursday, and @justclickindiva asked if it was a thing. My reply? Not really... And then I thought, Why not? So, here are three photos: How my day started: It was cold. The night

The days are just screaming by without feeling very productive. Anyhow, yesterday started with this from the office window at 8am. The days are technically getting longer, but winter is still arriving.