Imagine the awesome patterns if you dropped him off the table onto a big sheet of paper?
I do not condone bowling with real cats even though sliding them down a hardwood floor is hilarious.
I'm going to call her Nadine. Because I can. Nadine's contribution to this month's book club meeting is a pot of lovely oolong tea and a sprightly debate about Balzac. She's always got an opinion.
Though I don't quite understand what one needs with so many pencils, I'm glad there's a job out there for Mr. Whaley since he retired from teaching schools of fish.
It's important to have a designated place to put your precious rings when you take them off. Why not make that place handmade and adorable?
Ah the romance of a sweet old typewriter! Your great novel is still there, just under the surface. You'll write it someday!