SUSAN'S SNAPSHOTS
June 2007 World traveler wannabe Susan here, reporting in. Last month I spent seventeen days in Spain. I thought I’d share with you a few of my favorite snapshots. |
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SUSAN'S SNAPSHOTS
June 2007 World traveler wannabe Susan here, reporting in. Last month I spent seventeen days in Spain. I thought I’d share with you a few of my favorite snapshots. |
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June 2006
I must think of the poem FOG ten times a day. And each and every time, I just shake my head, because Carl Sandburg clearly never met my cats. When The Boys, as we call them, get to running throughout the house, Genghis Khan and his thundering hordes have nothing on them. My darling Styx died last spring just a month shy of his 15 th birthday. On June 13 th we brought home two kittens from a barn-born litter. Who knew that a couple of kitty boys could capture our hearts so quickly and fill the gaping hole I believed unfillable? The little gray was only two and a half pounds when we got him, but he was all affection and cocky attitude. We named him Mojo, because he had magic in spades. The black and white tuxedo was nearly twice Mojo's size but was shy and reclusive, so we named him after Boo Radley from my all time favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird. From around corners he would watch us with big solemn eyes, and only rarely could we coax him into our laps. But he liked to be picked up, loved to be stroked and soon began settling as near to us as he could get without actually climbing aboard. It's still uncommon for him to sit on our laps, but he likes to sleep with us and has turned into a regular little lover. He's a head-butter and has a purr like a Kenilworth truck. Mojo has a soft purr and if curiosity truly does kill the cat, that boy's a gonner. Unlike Boo, he spends half his time draped over us. Yet he's not particularly wild about being petted when he's not on our laps and he prefers sleeping out on the wingback chair on the landing. I find those contradictions within each cat fascinating. Before adopting Boo & Mojo I'd only owned one cat at a time, and I'll never do that again. I didn't realize how social cats are, and mine spend a lot of time together even though their personalities and interests are more and more dissimilar the older they get. But getting back to my thundering hordes of kitties--frankly I love the noise they make. It reminds me I'm not alone. And trust me, between my work and the soul mate's travel schedule for his work, I spend beaucoup time by myself. So I'm here to tell you: the company and entertainment that the Boo & Mojo show provides me is no small deal. |
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May 2006 The
Triplets
are
five!! Holy
moly,
where
is
the
time
going?
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