. Chéri and I would be long dead. But not just dead… More like so violently ripped to pieces that the forensic team would have had to do DNA tests in our families to identify us. When we adopted Freja, I knew she had attitude. It was the main reason I chose her. My little…… Continue reading If looks could kill…
. Resist, and bloom… I agree with that! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; A feelgood message recently glued to a street-light post on the corner of my street. As Chéri mentionned (he’s the one who noticed the sign)… ”This…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Half & half… (November 5th FFF)
. There’s no better friend than your own self! – Freja . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Freja, caught in the middle of a very vocal chat with the other cat in the mirror!
. It is no secret that among all our little feathery visitors, cardinals are my favorite, so far. They come everyday, at very specific times, and have such distinctive ways of singing that I rarely miss them. They are on the shy side, though, and don’t appreciate my spying on them. Last spring, I caught…… Continue reading Go Daddy!
Days when Chéri and I are off from work at the same time are pretty rare. When it happens, we try to catch up on stuff we need to do together. Like this afternoon, when we played barbershop in the bathroom. I’ve been cutting Chéri’s hair for years, and he was more than due for…… Continue reading This iz minz!
It happens to the bestest. Don’t argue, she has claws!
Twenty four hours in the outside world! I’ve told Freja this very phrase thousands of times in the past five years. And not as an insult, no, it’s rather a reminder and a warning, knowing how our little furball lacks feline instinct. You’d think that all cats were gifted with the skills of their larger…… Continue reading You wouldn’t survive…
She started rolling left and right in the bed. He knew what it meant. Pulling the sheets up to his nose, he closed his eyes really tight, hoping to fool her with absolutely no success. Mornin’ Sweet Pea! – Yawning – I just had the weirdest dream… The six words he dreaded. Let me tell…… Continue reading Dreaming a dream… – FFFC
But when Freja upstages me with her cute looks, I make an exeption. She looks like a happy camper on this shot, doesn’t she? She was actually supervising my online job meeting. Very sleepily. Still, she cutely supervised the meeting. And she nailed it, wouln’t you say?