It’s going to snow in Richmond–a significant amount, it seems–and I am going to see The Lion King in the theater tonight. So here are Gracie and Tig. Happy Caturday!
First, Miss Gracie and her ball. This is one of the only toys she plays with. Nearly every day, as I’m working in my office, I hear the soft sounds of Gracie pouncing on a rubber ball behind me. When I turn to look–the instant I turn to see what she’s doing–she stops. Every time. I just got lucky, catching her paw on the ball with my camera.
Next we have my goofball, on my bed after my crack ninja staff of cleaning ladies were here. I stopped making my bed on cleaning day because they actually remake it no matter what I do, so I have accepted that my bed-making is not up to standard. Of course, since they use hospital corners, I have to pull the sheets and blankets out from the mattress after they leave. I have arthritis in the lower three disks of my spine, and a tight blanket on my feet means a painful night. Also, having a big fluffy orange boy on my feet. (I kick him off of them.)
Happy Caturday!
Does Tig have his own zip code?
It’s mostly fur. Okay, there’s some belly, but he’s not nearly as fat as he looks. Come down and visit. You’ll see.
Skritch. Nuzzle. Skritch.
See, my Ingrid is much more sharing, Meryl. When I got a new bed a few months ago she generously accepted that she was entitled to only half of it.
Unfortunately for me, her half is the middle half, so every so often I’m awakened at night because I’m being nudged over to my side of the bed.
Fortunately for her, she has this in common with me–we both get away with a lot because we’re just so damn cute.
Gracie has the look of “That’s my ball and you keep your hands off”
Tig oh so tempting a belly skritch