"I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul." J.Cocteau

calico gave me a thick bone from something she cooked today.

it was to die for and then she didn't see me messing about in the kindling.

I love wood and I also love bones. Life is good today.

 

 

 

 

 

even when she catches me getting ready for a nap near the warm stove