The backyard Lemon Tree is cropping. This is the first.
With the addition of a little mint, some sweetener and water, this emerged.
This white painted basket with its cheerful gingham liner sits on the floor beside my desk. It is waiting to find a home or a function that is not yet clear. There are a number of cat baskets at The Trad Pad - large, commodious and warmly lined. Yet, in yesterday's cold, Rose the SpartaCat decided to curl up in this. One could never have imagined that he would fit - but fit he did. Perhaps - in spite of this basket being lined only with a simple cotton fabic - it was warm because he could curl himself up tightly into the nearest resemblance of a ball that a large, fat, contented cat can manage.
And this morning, he went nuts. In the pre-dawn dark, as I am sitting in the next room at my computer he is rampant in this chest of drawers in the midst of refurbishment. In, out, roundabout, scratching, on the move, noisy. Mad cat, Rose! Are you training for cheezburger?
2 comments:
"in spite of this basket being lined only with a simple cotton fabic - it was warm because he could curl him"
hello TP ?
teh basket is right over the central heating vent - is it on?
is Puss waiting for it to go on ?
it is 5 degrees on the Mt. today !
There is a whole website devoted to 'cats curled up in weird places' - it is probably a Link at Sorrow At Sills Bend blog, as she has ALLL the cat links.
cheers
Dear bwca, thank you for dropping on by and picking up on the fact that my synapses weren't plugged in! Are you who I think you are? A friend of Copperwitch currently inhabiting a domain not too far from UFTG? Sorry to hear that previous blog met a fate worse than death at the hands of pirates - and glad to know that you escaped to be safe and well. Will pop over to SASB and check out the cat blogs. At the moment we are being greatly entertained by I Can Haz Cheezburger.
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