I was wondering what to share with you guys this week and, truth be told, I was drawing a blank. I’ve been feeling a bit ‘meh’ and haven’t done anything of interest – unless you count shredding loads of paperwork in my continuing mission to declutter the house.
Then I remembered something very important: I have a kitten! Hurrah!
Zelda Kitzgerald continues to be a source of joy and delight. The kids love playing with her and picking her up for cuddles. Zelda is less certain about the latter activity, but bears it with good grace.
She is five months old, now, and has grown so much. Look, here she is next to my daughter’s boots at three months:
And today, hiding under my laptop stand. (I realise that another shot of her next to the boots would be best for comparison purposes, but, you know… Life.):
Zelda’s day begins at around six. She likes to announce this with a little game of ‘pat Sarah’s face’. After receiving the extensive stroking that is her due, she heads off to see if she can jump on the children. If they have (sensibly) shut their bedroom doors, she returns to my bed to play ‘pounce on the keyboard’ while I do my morning writing.
After all this exercise, Zelda is a tired kitten and she tends to settle down for a day-long nap, waking up in the late afternoon/evening for a lively round of laser-pointer tag, catch-the-humans, climb the curtains and, my particular favourite; attack thin air while making crazy-eyes.
At bedtime, she snuggles down at the bottom of the duvet and concentrates her considerable powers of cuteness on looking adorable and peaceful, thereby ensuring that she won’t be usurped and is in prime face-patting position the next morning.
It’s not a bad life…