It’s been quite a while since Miss Chompy has come downstairs to my realm and said, “Grammy, let’s do our nails!” Which means of course that she already has the enormous bag of ancient polishes from when her mom was a teen. Some of the colors are old and sticky, but there are a surprising few that still work. The little girlie can never ever decide which color is her absolute favorite so most often–she will opt for the Rainbow Fest–or one of all the good ones.
I hope she’ll ask me to paint her nails for another few decades yet. Hanging out with this little muffin never gets old, and with or without the polish she colors our world just right.
While I was looking at the real estate For Sale site the other day, Miss Chompy came in and asked what I was doing. I said, I’m looking for a house that I can live in someday.
Pointing to the home on the computer screen, she said, “That one’s nice. You should buy it.”
I said, “Yeah, but I have to save up a ton of money first. Even small houses cost a lot.”
She got all excited and ran out of the room calling back, “Don’t worry, Grammy. I’ll help you!”
The sweetheart came back with the penny jar and this sign.
My sweet Beany has not been feeling so good for the last few days.
You know, sleeping a lot.
Thinking about sleeping a lot.
Now and then he will take a long drink of water, but not too much in the way of actual food.
I’m beginning to wonder if he remembers our deal.
Do you remember Beany?
I love you with all my might…
and you just live forever.
I think that’s fair.
Just walking around the house, tidying a bit, and scoping out where all the kittys like to hang out. Jiffy likes a nice, soft place without too many wrinkles. Fleece is her favorite, but she’s adapting for the moment and choosing and afghan because the floor heater is nearby. She just wants to be warm and comfy.
Peach will take anything that the other cats have made look good. If they’ve EVER slept on it, she’s sure to be there next. Silly thing. She’s growing up so big and pretty.
And then, of course, there’s the guy. Good, old Beany. We flipped his bed over and he likes it ten times better than before–as long as it’s right at my feet. I’m certain it’s because he becomes totally invisible this way. So, invisible, in fact, that I’ve tripped over him twice. If it wasn’t for that little white paw…you wouldn’t even know he was there.
Well, that, and the snoring.