Wednesday, December 17, 2014
The cats have learned just how close they can come to the wood stove to stay toasty and not get their fur singed. Both Ralph and Celeste inspect every armful of firewood I bring in and pry off bits of bark to play with as soon as I lay it down. Housework is an exercise in futility; however, I am saving money on cat toys. Ralph, in particular, is easily amused and batting bark hockey pucks around the living room keeps him happy for a long time. Nothing pleases Celeste more than a lap, my lap. Feeling needy, she will herd me toward my chair. I don't have to have a rock fall on me to get the hint. She's all about break time.