That’s Bubba with his “Who, me?” look on his face. It’s been a while since I’ve posted a picture of one of my cats and this is one of my favorites.
So I sit here tonight waiting for Dancing With the Stars to come on and what do I find while channel surfing? It’s a Charlie Brown Christmas! Even though I have it on DVD, I’m still watching it, commercials and all. It’s what I call “found treasure”. You know, you’re channel surfing and come across something that you love and didn’t know was on?
BooBear is cuddled up against me, his favorite position. He’s been getting under the blanket and yesterday he did something that he’s never done in his whole 2 years. He got on my lap. Yep, crawled up there and settled himself in under the blanket. I was afraid to move because I know that my skittish baby would run off. The phone rang, which scared him away, but wouldn’t you know it – he got right back up there. I was amazed. BooBear was brought into the house at the age of around 4 months (he was part of the feral group outside), and because he had ringworm, he spent the next month in a cage, so he was almost 6 months old before he was held and cuddled. He doesn’t like to be picked up and carried and he cuddles on his own terms. He’s afraid of almost everything.
I’m reading The Trouble With Paradise by The Shalvis. Reading, reviewing … can actual writing be far behind? It’s been so long since I’ve written.
That’s it for this Tuesday night, and all the random thoughts I can come up with. Hope your Wednesday is a good one.
So I sit here tonight waiting for Dancing With the Stars to come on and what do I find while channel surfing? It’s a Charlie Brown Christmas! Even though I have it on DVD, I’m still watching it, commercials and all. It’s what I call “found treasure”. You know, you’re channel surfing and come across something that you love and didn’t know was on?
BooBear is cuddled up against me, his favorite position. He’s been getting under the blanket and yesterday he did something that he’s never done in his whole 2 years. He got on my lap. Yep, crawled up there and settled himself in under the blanket. I was afraid to move because I know that my skittish baby would run off. The phone rang, which scared him away, but wouldn’t you know it – he got right back up there. I was amazed. BooBear was brought into the house at the age of around 4 months (he was part of the feral group outside), and because he had ringworm, he spent the next month in a cage, so he was almost 6 months old before he was held and cuddled. He doesn’t like to be picked up and carried and he cuddles on his own terms. He’s afraid of almost everything.
I’m reading The Trouble With Paradise by The Shalvis. Reading, reviewing … can actual writing be far behind? It’s been so long since I’ve written.
That’s it for this Tuesday night, and all the random thoughts I can come up with. Hope your Wednesday is a good one.
