On the level of things I'm thankful for, I think the award goes to this little one:
Her name is Olive.
Oliver still hasn't come home and Mom decided it would be good to get another cat. Originally named Daisy, she's five months old and was surrendered to the Westside animal shelter. I picked her out because as soon as she climbed into my arms, she started purring. In fact, I don't think she's stopped purring since. Really, she is the sweetest kitten. She adapted to my mom and her house in under five minutes, like she was always supposed to be there. She might win prizes in cuteness, but her real award is for making my mom smile.
I've been in crazy cleaning mode lately. Room's clean, I scrubbed down the bar on Monday, and I attacked my bathroom last night. Not quite sure why...
2 comments:
I normally clean when I feel out of control or like I need to control my environment. I also clean when I'm stressed or restless.
I sometimes clean when I'm procrastinating.
Congratulations on Olive. She looks like such a dear. Corpus started purring immediately when I first met him at the Eastside animal shelter, and you see how he ended up.
Happy Thanksgiving, dearest Gata.
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