My parents’ house:
It lives nearby, somewhere, because it’s over all the time.
My house:
The soon-to-be-killed strawberry plant! Isn’t it nice looking for now, though?
Black kitties sleeping on the asphalt. I don’t know who owns them, but they give me very annoyed looks when they see me since the time I made them leave my balcony.
Matilda’s thoughts: an exercise in anthropomorphising.
You got me inside. What else do you want from me?
At the market I also saw these pansies.
Black pansies! Or very dark violet, really, but doesn’t black just sound cooler? From a distance they look plain black.
I did not buy them.
Madame Cat debated coming into my house, but in the end decided against it.
I claim she’s a really beautiful cat, but she doesn’t photograph well.
I live right near a market, and now that it’s nice out I like to walk there and buy overpriced (but fresh) fruit and veggies. I can’t bring myself to buy many of the supremely overpriced flowers, though, since it’s a one shot purchase instead of a regular one, which is why I am planning to head to other markets this week.
But it’s pretty and there are other pretty places to sit in the sun and read and think nearby, and it all smells of flowers.
Oh summer, you are so wonderful and so short.
I got another (hopefully uninteresting to cats) plant. I am debating getting a strawberry plant, too. I didn’t think about it when I bought the place, but top floor and south-facing means I get to plant full-sun plants! (And only full-sun plants. Or shade ones, in the front.)
But what I want to know is, what is this flower?
It sort of closes up a bit at night.
This is the somewhat shy but very pretty (more and better photos coming soon) cat who I see around now and then.
She came for a nice visit today, and I gave her a cat treat.
Matilda, sitting with Alley Cat, my favourite stuffed animal for most of my childhood, on my favourite comfy chair *again*.
Poor baby, who has no better toys to play with, except all the other toys I’ve bought for her.
This is the actual reason tampons are scattered throughout my house.
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