One of the casa de Crazy cats has a habit of sniffing our eyes. Well, my eyes, anyway. I find this deeply weird. She does it when I am lying down and my eyes are closed, and it tickles. It tickles in a twitchy, strange, cat nose near my eye kind of way, especially when it seems like she is sniffing each eyelash.
Today she was sniffing, sniffing, sniffing, and the static charge she'd built up when she walked across the comforter zapped us both - me on my eyelid, she on her nose.
I don't suppose it will keep her from doing it again.
This evening, Sprout wanted to help me with cooking dinner. Despite the chill in the house because I refuse to keep turning up the heat, she wasn't wearing anything more than her undies. She asked me if she could please have an apron on so that nothing would splatter her, so I put my denim one on her, wrapped the strings around the front and tied them. I would post a photo, but it seems these days that's what passes for child pornography. I thought it was cute as the dickens,anyway.
It seem that winter is reluctant to let go its grip on our world, and indeed is seeking to make up for lost time - we are experiencing record lows in temperature and expecting more ice, snow, frozen rain, what have you, in a few days. The upside to this is that I do not have to suffer the glares and snarky commentary from my unpleasant neighbor, as it's too cold for her to sit on her porch and be judgmental/pollute the air and her body with cigarette smoke. It's the little things,
Rook, the youngest of the indoor cats at about 5 years of age, is determined to catch one of the goldfish through the tank glass. I swear they tease her, swimming nearest whatever side she is staring through, and they laugh as she fruitlessly bats at the glass with her paw. I fully expect to hear a loud crash one day and find her having knocked the top off and gone swimming. I suspect the fish will not be quite as amused about that.
Several times in the last week I was told I do not at all look my age. A few people were shocked...seriously shocked...to learn my years and swore they though I was about a decade younger.
I don't know how the rest of me feels about that, but my ego seems mighty chuffed.
Wherever you are, I hope you are keeping well and warm. I am constantly doing battle with my brain, and one of the things that helps me is to think of all of the people in the world who are also struggling, and wishing them well, wishing them compassion, mercy, a hand up, a second chance, a light to guide them. I wish these things for you, too, if you need them.
How's your winter coming along?
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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