Feline Friday

 Feline Friday

  One is permitted to assume an attitude of placid indifference in the matter of elephants, cockatoos, H. G. Wells, Sweden, roast beef, Puccini, and even Mormonism, but in the matter of cats it seems necessary to take a firm stand. The cat himself insists upon this; he invariably inspires strong feelings. He is, indeed, the only animal who does. From his admirers he evokes an intense adoration which usually finds an outlet in exaggerated expression. It is practically impossible for a cat-lover to meet a stray feline on the street without stopping to pass the time of day with him. I can say for myself that it takes me considerably longer to traverse a street in which cats occur than it does a catless thoroughfare. But so magnetic an animal is bound to repel when he does not fascinate, and those who hate the cat hate him with a malignity which, I think, only snakes in the animal kingdom provoke to an equal degree. ~Carl Van Vechten, The Tiger in the House, 1920

Rose always had this look if you bugged her:  "My attitude is none of your business."

She was her own feline. She was strong willed and her piercing green eyes melted our hearts. We miss you Rose. She was a tough lil tiger.

 November will always be a difficult month, Roxanne left us, Rose left us, Bandit left us, my mom left us on her own mother's birthday. Oh how I miss them both. 

A pink house in Winter's white snowy days.  Say hello to Pink Saturday

I love Brie Cheese and lately I have found some funny puns about it. 

Grandpa putting the trike together.

As Shea would say "Ta Dah!

Blake and Brody opening the Blippi Eggs. The trike was late arriving so we took his gifts to him tonight.

Blake and Mommy with his new trike. What fun those boys will have. He was so happy to see that John Deere Trike!

Sweet Dreams!