My grandson will be here Wednesday for a few days so I thought I had better get the room straightened. I couldn’t get to the bed or the table where we put the spare TV. We decided to go to Goodwill to get rid of some of the stuff. Doug dumped everything on the dining room table so that I could make a list and now it is all out ready to go tomorrow. We need to go to the supermarket anyway. After making the bed, I recalled how he slept at the other end last time. If he doesn’t like it, he can always change when he comes.
I got some embroidery done this afternoon. I bought two sweatshirts at Walmart the other week to embroider. You can’t beat seven dollars even if they were not colors that I would normally buy. Here’s the back.
I have to find something cat related for the front. I found some houses that I like for the other shirt. After I finish them, my machine is going for its annual physical. I am so glad I have another machine to use. I just joined a mystery quilt project. We’ll see how that goes.
Twas the night before Easter, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse. Like we’ve got a mouse in our house.
Powdered sugar everywhere.
Here’s Elvis enjoying the warmth of the desk lamp. I could probably leave it on all night. His fur is really warm right now. We clipped a few of his claws earlier. When cats get old and inactive their claws can curl into their toes making it hard to walk so we check on them about once a month.
Look at the size of this strawberry! I bought a pound and it only came to twelve of these suckers.
How’s this, Kevin?
Elvis has his own chair.
Where’s Zippo, you say? He had work to do.
Somebody has got to watch the printer.
I found this cute heart and some little flowers. Maybe I’ll add another cat or two.
You should have seen the look on his face when he saw her. She purrs and talks and likes to be petted. Here is a better picture of her. Just don’t look at the rest of the room. We are in the process of clearing it out.
She looks a lot like Elvis’s Mom, Hooter. We got her from the same pound when Win was three years old. She died just a few years ago. Maybe that’s why he latched on to her so quickly. He is calling her Biscuit. He said, “It just came to me. I like biscuits”. He really does. Last time I came, I brought some leftover chicken pot pie with four extra biscuits. They were gone as soon as he found them. I’m so glad he is happy with her. I wish that I had found something. I stopped at PetSmart after knitting group, but I didn’t see anything.
Would you believe that I am related to this person?
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 