If I could...

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