Toby
It’s Wednesday
The Traditional Fifth Anniversary Gift Is Catnip
Saturday was the fifth anniversary of Toby coming to live with me. When I feel like being broken-hearted, I remember that losing him is the only thing that could really break it.
Here he is in that first week five years ago (his neck got shaved to test for FIV):
And here’s a sample of his current life with cat castles and blanket forts:
Good Helpers
Cordiform
I learned a new word this week: cordiform, meaning heart-shaped.
Have a happy Valentine’s Day, and remember: There are all kinds of love (although I think the Greeks forgot felinios, which is the love a 33-year-old feels for her cat).
It’s Monday
Thursday Toby
Another perk of the iPhone? Toby doesn’t mind it the way he minded the camera, which means he’ll actually keep making whatever cute face he’s making as I take his picture. Like this:
(This is the face he makes when he wants me to do something, like give him catnip. In this case, he wanted me to put the vase of flowers back that he’d been eating. “See Mom? I’m sitting right where they were. You should go get them and let me eat them again.”)
Oh Hai, Monday
Tuesday Project Roundup: Starting, Finishing, In Progress
Over the long weekend I made a valiant effort to finish (or at least start) a few projects in the queue, in between eating pie for breakfast.
Another pair of boot toppers for a friend are DONE:
The rayon dress has sleeves and half a collar (but is still looking a little Laura Ingalls Wilder; I’m not sure about this one):
And 4 out of 8 kitty blankets are cut out (but not fringed). Maybe my helper needs to be a little more helpful: