Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Writing my memoirs...

I speak, mom writes.  Here I'm giving her "the look" because she's editing my words as I speak and I'm not particularly happy about it.  Guess I should be grateful that she's playing my scribe.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The N-word

In my world the "N" word is "NO."  I'm still not exactly sure what that word means, but there are times when mom uses it a lot, and rather emphatically too. So I have a pretty good idea it means I'm not supposed to do something.

Mom's been working intensely on a stitched and beaded project for a couple weeks.  And I'm a thread freak.  You do the math.  Sometimes I'll be good, on my best behavior, and I'll sit and watch her work as I am in the photo.  I'll watch that thread wiggle and jump around and I'll be keeping my paws to myself...and then suddenly, I can't stand it any longer and I'll reach out and try to catch it.  Right about then I'll hear NO!  So I'll pull my paw back, momentarily chastised, until I do it again.  At which point I get gently scooted off the table.

I've spent a lot of time this last couple weeks in self-imposed quiet time, on the rug behind where mom's working or up on my perch.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Bag Attack

Can't keep my mug out of paper bags these days...