It’s Monday

May you claim it with the confidence and comfort of  Toby claiming the packaging from the new Bernina and discovering it has a cutout for his tail:

Day Of Rest

I had not one but two naps yesterday and didn’t do much of anything except take pictures of Toby, who was having his Best Day Ever lounging around with me in different places:

(I thought I could be getting sick, but after two naps, no activity, and eight hours of sleep, I feel GREAT!)

Eleven Years

Eleven years ago yesterday I brought Toby home from a Petsmart adoption event. He’s been the constant in my life, between houses and jobs and relationships and sorrows, and as we both reach middle age together he’s both a given and a fresh joy every day.

Sometimes I look at him and don’t see Toby, the cat whose meows I know, but this wild creature who lives in my house and will let me pet him–and I’m overcome with wonder and gratitude that such an impossible thing could even happen. Who hasn’t dreamed of having a tame tiger ?

 

First year babyface with a pink nose

 

With the dignified nose freckles of middle age

 

Currently a Very Distinguished Gentleman with his floppy ear

Sun At Last

The sun was shining all weekend so instead of a hike in the mountains where we’d still need snow gear, we went to the botanical garden where we wore light jackets and saw flowers in bloom.

 

Toby did not join us for the outing but he enjoyed the sun nonetheless.


(Pet portraiture by Doc, of course. He takes all the good ones.)