Polly agrees with Harvey that the cord on my camera is the best thing EVER!
Even though she goes tearing around the house like a madkitty, she still needs cozy spots to cuddle. (Apparently a basket is comfy for a tiny cat)
Even though she goes tearing around the house like a madkitty, she still needs cozy spots to cuddle. (Apparently a basket is comfy for a tiny cat)
Harvey also taught her how to talk when she was living with us. Funny story: Mom and I were eating at the kitchen counter one night, and Polly kept hopping up on the half-wall to get on the counter with us. (She has a weird fascination with people food and gets really pushy if you don't share with her.) So, as Tiny Cat would step out onto the counter, I would "ah-ah" her off. And she would pull her paw back and say, "brrmt?" each time. Like, "darnit, why won't you let me get on the counter. I do not approve of these restrictions!" Mom was cracking up because Polly kept looking at me like the evil step-mom who wouldn't let her play.
Q is for quilt! While in Tokyo, I got a packet of fat quarter squares that I thought might be neat to play around with. And by "play around with," I mean "send to my quilting grandmother and see what fabulous thing she makes with them." :) Love you, Grandma!
Well, I think she outdid herself this time! She took my squares (the plain ones) and mixed them with a fancy pattern she found. I think it looks absolutely gorgeous! And you can get analytical and argue that it shows how the opulent Japan is so often mixed with the simple Zen Japan in everyday life. (haha, I was an IB kid, remember? I learned how to obfuscate!) Or you can just sit back and look at the pretty. :)
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