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Monday, August 18, 2014

I’m a big boy now.


My little man is growing up.  Raven’s now big enough to jump on the counters and go exploring in a completely new space.  He delights in curling up in the sink.  I don’t know what it is about a sink that attracts a cat, but I have several pics of cats in the sink over the years.

Snuggles (my neighbor's cat)


I have one of Koki too that I'll post as soon as I can find it.

He knows the kitchen counter is off limits, but I let him up on the island counter.  As you can see, he loves this sink too.  If I throw a wadded up piece of paper in there, he’ll play for an hour.


He jumps up on the washer and dryer and looks behind them, as if he expects to see some great surprise back there.  I hope he doesn’t get any ideas about jumping down between them and the wall.  I’ll have to pull them out in order to rescue him, similar to the incident with Koki and the bookshelf a couple of years ago.  At least he hasn’t thought about walking the curtain rods yet.  I’m thankful for that.

He looks at me with a face that says he’s so proud of his accomplishments.  It brings to mind the commercials of the little boys wearing the big boy panties because they can go to the bathroom by themselves.

What would I do without these cats to entertain me?  I’m always making up stories about them.  I’ll have to post something sometime, as corny as it may be.

Something else to note, at least in my view, this was the last day of the first Woodstock music festival in 1969 when Jimi Hendrix took the stage to end the show with his rendition of the Star Spangled Banner and a number of other songs.  You can listen here.

What a great outfit!  I loved fringe and beads in those days.


  1. Hi Sunni - I'm a cat-lover too. They absolutely fascinate me. Which is interesting considering I spent the first 20 years of my life avoiding them because I was allergic and my mother (who hates cat) was so negative about them. After one adopted me and I developed a tolerance to the dander, I was smitten. Can't imagine WHAT my mom's problem was!

  2. Shel,

    Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. If you visit very often you'll learn a lot about cats, or my cats anyway since I'm always writing about them.

    I was raised with cats - lots of them - because I grew up on a farm. I can't imagine never having a cat in my life.



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