TO LACK COLOUR

Wee devils, cats. 

Oh, to be a cat.

Eloise, guardian of cookies.

Eloise: Queen Of Autumn. 🍂

Eloise has ocean eyes..

Wild Blueberry Bread Pudding recipe! I got a couple asks about the recipe after I posted the picture of it the other day, so here you are! Ask and ye shall receive. (Ft. Eloise’s little fluffy interrupting toes.)

Pure FLOOF.

Eloise, always a blur of fluff in pursuit of something: a cat toy, an errant piece of paper, an odd bit of shadow or quivering light, a Leopold. You never know what she’s after. 

Little angel cat...

Eloise.

Hand-me-downs from my mom are the best. <3

(On parking in cities after growing up in reasonably dispersed places with parking lots) "I think I was worried about someone seeing my lack of experience in the real world. Like someone was going to spot me crying, awkwardly side-hugging a parking meter after unsuccessfully parallel parking, and start singing "Another One Bites the Dust" spitefully in my direction." -Arden Rose, speaking straight into my soul. 😂 I highly recommend this book to anyone like me who's been sling-shot into adulthood and now has to balance things like paying bills and going to job interviews with the overwhelming desire to do nothing but eat frosting out of a jar and watch New Girl on loop for the 40th time. Arden gets it.

Can’t do anything around here without a fluffy cat butt getting in the way..

Little explorer.

The lazy sunday cat-nap scene.