Little Things

This week, I’ve been thinking about the little things that have made me happy.

ClementinesClementines. Ain’t these little things great? DE-lish.

BasementI cleaned out my basement. What, can’t you tell? 🙂 Oh how I wish I had taken a “before” photo, but I was just down there doing laundry and thought, “Ya know, I should clean this place up sometime. Hey, I’ve got time now”, and I just started cleaning. It was like a madness that suddenly overtook me, and I didn’t stop to think about silly things like photos. I know it looks like nothing here, but there was crap EVERYWHERE before. It feels gooood.

GoodwillIn the same vein, I organized some stuff to take to Goodwill. Isn’t that the best feeling??

Soren Sleepy HeadI’ve been able to hang out with the nephew a bit lately, and have enjoyed his post-nap sleepy hair, impromptu kisses (or tacit requests for kisses), babblings, and instructional gestures (not speaking yet, but lots of “you stand right HERE” finger pointing, and baby signs).

JanieAnd then there’s this sweet thing. Must. Always. Touch. Human.

And next week I go to Florida!







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I usually write down some thoughts about a pet after they have passed away, but I’d like to write about my cat, Jane, while she’s still with me.

And yes, you read that right, I’m about to write a post about my cat. Pets deserve AT LEAST one blog post dedicated to them. If you don’t agree, you must not have had a pet. Or a heart.

So here we go…my Janie.

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Jane will be 7 years old this November, and I got her when she was a kitten. She very much enjoys being my little buddy. She likes having one person (and no other animals), and spends 95% of her time in my room. If I’m in a shared space (e.g. the kitchen), she’ll be there with me, but she won’t like it. She’ll eventually start standing by the stairs and meowing (“Okayyyy we’ve been in this room long enough, now let’s go home where we can be alone.”)

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On winter mornings, she’ll cry at me as soon as I get up, and won’t stop until I sit on the bathroom floor (right in front of the heat vent), so that she can sit on my lap. We sit there for about 10 minutes, until I decide that I really need to start getting ready, and she knows I gave her enough time for the ritual. When I come home from work, she’ll often cry again until I sit down so that she can sit on me. She usually comes and crashes on me as if she hasn’t slept all day because I’ve been gone.

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She’s such a good kitty. She’s quiet, clean, and unobtrusive (generally), like most cats. And she likes people, but she’s cautious about strangers. She’ll either hide from them, or slink quietly around them until she’s determined that they’re safe enough, and then nudge them to request pettingks or splay herself out in flirtation.

Oh hellooo
Oh hellooo

She has a little voice (generally), and she often does the thing where she’ll try to meow, but nothing will come out except for the little *smack* of her mouth opening and the little released breath at the end.

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She has a birthmark on her left eye, which makes it look like she has one green eye and one gold eye.

She's suuuper happy to be taking this picture.
She’s suuuper happy to be taking this picture.

She seems to be uninterested in fish or milk…which is odd to me.

Here are some of her favorite things (aside from the usual: food, catnip, pettingks):

1. Sitting on paper

2. Sitting in drawers

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3. Resting her paw(s) on my hand/arm

4. Something I like to call “Doing Feets” This is only done when my feet are under a fleece blanket, and usually only in the winter. Often, she’ll kind of start meandering around at the bottom of my bed, and I’ll twitch my feet around to let her know that Feets Can Now Be Done. I’m not sure if she’s waiting for my permission or if she’s just not thinking about it until she sees my feet shifting around.   Sometimes, there won’t be a fleece blanket over my feet, and she’ll fret around down there until I pull one over them. Then she begins. It’s like kneading or “making biscuits”, but usually cats do that with their front feet. This is the same, just with her back feet. It looks ridiculous (usually looks like she’s trying and failing to relieve herself), and it feels a little like a foot massage. I usually thank her afterward.

She is the sweetest little thing.

Annual Horse Ride

Just went on my annual horseback ride with my dad.

There was this cute little kitty at the ranch, so I cuddled/played with him a little before the ride.

His name was Cutie Pie!
His name was Cutie Pie!


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My horse, Bob.
My horse, Bob.


My horse seemed to prefer to be by himself, so we ended up at the end of the line, pretty far back from the rest of the group. It was kind of nice, since I didn’t have to keep pulling his nose out of the next horse’s tail, and it kind of felt like I was on my own little ride.

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The group. See how far back we are? That was all Bob.
The group. See how far back we are? That was all Bob.

We also went to an art fair, where we saw this cat-on-a-leash:

Named "Maestro". He actually spent most of his time on his owner's shoulder.
Named “Maestro”. He actually spent most of his time on his owner’s shoulder.




How to Make a Belt Purse

Also called modern fanny packs or bum bags, these are way more convenient than traditional purses, especially if you’re plodding around a festival or a fair all day.

Here’s how to make one in 3 Super Easy Steps!


-A belt

-A small purse/bag/pouch

-scrap of leather/other strong fabric

-needle and thread

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Put your belt on and hold the bag/purse against your belt. This will help you to see where to put the scrap of fabric. I didn’t do this first, and just sewed it on the only way I thought of:

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This made the bag stick out from my hip too far. So I had to rip it out and start over again. :/

Step 2:

Sew the scrap of fabric to the back of the bag. You’ll sew the top and bottom of the scrap, leaving the middle open.

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This will create a loop to slide the belt through:

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Step 3:

Wear your belt bag and marvel at your handiwork!

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Among other crafty things from today, I re-decorated my front door wreath. Not a minute after I put my wreath on my bed, Jane curled up inside of it and was instantly the happiest cat in the world.

Photo1 (31)And then after I decorated it and put it back on the bed, guess who came back immediately.

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