I went home recently to visit my family and check out their summer garden. Nothing was ready to pick yet, but it looks very professional. There are rows of tomatoes, peppers, and eggplant, and I can’t wait until things are full and ripe. It’s like a farm! I also got a chance to catch up with the kitties, including Contortionist Greasey. David looked at this picture for five minutes, cocking his head, asking me a hundred times if he was … Continue reading
When I went home to make (or attempt to make) hamantaschen with my mom, I went without David and Stella. One of them usually comes with me, so it was nice to be able to bond with my parents and cats one-on-one. The cats were especially happy that Stella didn’t make the trip because she tries to chase them. Little Muffin didn’t hold a grudge that I’d neglected her for so long (7 years). As soon as I arrived home … Continue reading
The first time Stella ever stayed at my parents’ house, her and David got downstairs before I did one morning (well, all mornings). Stella came to greet me when I arrived in the kitchen. But something was different about her. I looked at her, and I looked at her, and I got closer to her. There was something red right between her eyes. And as I got closer, I realized that it was shaped like lips. My mom had kissed … Continue reading