Gotcha Day: The Kittens I Was Only Supposed to Foster
Six years ago I drove to Ari’s for two flea-ridden, squinty-eyed foster kittens and never gave them back. Finn and Callie’s gotcha day, flea baths and all.
Six years ago I drove to Ari’s for two flea-ridden, squinty-eyed foster kittens and never gave them back. Finn and Callie’s gotcha day, flea baths and all.
As I write this, it’s pouring down rain outside. And it’s WARM. I’m still salty about the fact that it’s January and we have daytime temperatures in the 70s. I really want some winter weather before winter is over. But it is mid-January. Seed catalogs have been flooding the mailbox since before Thanksgiving, and I’ve…
It’s December 30th, and I’m sitting on the sofa writing this post that I’ll share tomorrow for New Year’s Eve. The tree is still lit, though looking a little bare without presents underneath. There’s a fire going because Georgia has finally given us some actual winter weather. Remy-dog is snoring at my side, Callie-cat is…
A blog post takes five to ten hours to make. This is where I write about the production: the camera, the pizza-box reflector, the cat on the focaccia.