Wee devils, cats.
“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”
- Albert Schweitzer
One of Leopold’s favourite pastimes is trying to burrow himself underneath me anytime that I happen to be laying down like a giant determined squirrel. His motives for this remain unclear, but I adore him regardless.
Always walking the fine line between taking pretty, atmospheric pictures and setting my bedsheets ablaze.
Just a heads up that my shop will be closed for the first week of March, because I’m going to be out of town visiting my best friend in Washington!
Leopold offered to run the shop for me whilst I’m away but I don’t trust him with wrapping paper. Or with navigating a post office.
If you want to order anything before I go on break I’ll leave the shop link here:
Leopold is my favourite little gremlin in the whole wide world (even when he wakes me up by knocking books off my nightstand and onto my head.)
Leopold was eventually evicted from the bed after multiple repeat-offenses of attempted cake thievery.
I made a lavender cake this morning (it was pretty fantastic)
Look, when you find yourself devoid of a vehicle and stranded in the confines of your house you end up taking a lot of pictures of your cats. It can’t be helped. If you're me, anyway.
Perpetual Napper.
Leopold has appointed himself to the position of Art Desk Gargoyle.
Friends who nap together, stick together.
I GET TO SEE MY LITTLE GREMLIN TOMORROW!! I’m finally going back to tucson to get my kitty and bring him back to california, and I could not be more excited. :D