a cat called Wanda

A message went out to volunteers this evening asking if anyone was available to pick up a cat at the shelter and bring her to her foster home in Waltham.  That’s the next town over, so I said I’d help.  This poor kitty was found on the street.  She’s young and very pregnant.  She was silent the entire ride; quite the difference from our experience with our boys, who take turns yelling when in the car.

I a-door this

Folks who are familiar with the formally-inappropriately-named but soon-to-be-appropriately named Green Bathroom may have noticed that the door opened in the direction that was least helpful.  That has been corrected.  Now all we need is a doorknob…

movie buddy

Sometimes when I am upstairs in the loft watching a movie or reading or whatever, Ferrous likes to settle under my knees, under the blanket with me.  It’s very cozy, and certainly adorable, but my legs do get a bit stiff  after a while.  Of course, I don’t move; I just suffer with it.  Because I am a cat person.