'No nip' zone

Sunday morning in our home can be quite a lazy affair. Kane is usually the last to rise and greet the day. We go through a whole pot of coffee before actually making a meal.

The sun is shining today and the September breeze is cool and welcomed. I love this time of year.

On Saturday, I found this little creamer in a shop in Almonte.

 It is called Old Willow, made in England,  and fits in nicely with my blue and white. My little french country cupboard, which has been neglected somewhat since the step-back arrived, holds some smaller pieces of blue and white china now.

 This is one of my favorite collections and I enjoy the hunt to add more pieces.

This is such a good tea.

I think I enjoy tea more than any other beverage. I love a glass of wine but only on occasion. Tea is enjoyed everyday.

I've had the talk with Audrey...

but she pretended to sleep through it.

I gave her a wee bit of cat-nip last year and she darn near left this planet.

Her eyes dilated and she began to growl. She lashed out at everyone and anything that moved, even her tail.

She then slipped into a corner of a box and stared into space smashing her tail against the side of the box. 

There was no telling what was coming next so I removed all the other cats from her reach. This lasted only moments and then she was 'back' .

Since then cat-nip has been banned from our house.

Which explains why there are paw-marks on my wine-rack.

Moral of this story...not all cats can tolerate nip. =^..^=

Not even the great lioness.

 hugs, Deb