If I could go back to when I was a child and spend an hour or two in one place, I would choose to be in
my grandmother's attic. It was the first place I would run to when arriving for a visit.
(our fostered kittens from the animal shelter)
The room seemed big to me at the time and there was an old trunk that held
pictures, calendars and linens. There was a large window where the light streamed in that always had bees buzzing around the sill. A single antique bed that held quilts most likely made by my grandmother 1/2 filled a wall. I loved to look at the photos that were done on tin, all black and white. The linens were mostly just pieces of fabric or pillow-cases that had borders of lace. Everything smelled of moth balls but it was ok, it was familiar.
I could hear everyone talking around the kitchen from where the stove-pipe came up through the house. I loved to hear my
mom's laughter through the floor.
If I was really lucky,
Maggie, her
tabby cat, would be nursing her babies over in the corner in a box. Oh joy!
I would sit on the old worn floor, never noticing if it was dirty or not, and watch very quietly. Of course, I would touch the kittens and Maggie would purr.
I would be over the moon and
never need to leave until someone would call for dinner.
Yes, without a doubt, that is where I would go to spend an hour or two, if I could.
I'm off to cat-sit but before I go I want to show you that the three munchkins have graduated from a one-bedroom condo to a two with a little loft. They need to exercise now but still be kept safe so this should help. Mom gets to sit on the deck and watch them stretch their legs.
I swear, they never stop moving unless it is dinner or nap-time.
They sleep in a heap.
It's getting so pretty outside.
Heading out with Kane.
hugs, Deb
