Strange days

Strange days lately. Friends are moving. The doorbell rings and a tiny kitten is handed to you. Rain out of nowhere several days in a row.

We travel by ferry to visit friends and half the boat is dressed like they stepped out of the 20's: flapper dresses, boater hats and all. Maybe it's just New York, but lately things have felt so strange.

I want to name the kitten Bear, but she can't be mine. Four cats is just coo coo, but Bear would perfectly fit into my little heard of "B" named cats- Bug, Banjo, Bastian.

How are things lately for you?

1 comment:

  1. How in the world do you keep the cats out of the embroidery supplies?! You must be a well organized gal. My dog seems to eat a skein of thread a day. I can't imagine cats!


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