Boxes, cats, and ???
Today I sorted through a lot of my stuff. I needed boxes to store things in.
Not cats but obviously that had to happen. And it was a big box so they could share!
Then I got them out and took the box and started filling it.
When has that ever stopped anybody? Edda is sitting on a pile of books..
Also, my mother is keeping herself amused:
We've had him (her?) forever. Has always had a special spot, in this case a bit too close to certain items and E's ingenuity. I don't know who he is.. Some kind of Buddha statue? To my eye he looks more South American but I honestly have no idea. I don't know where he came from and E has forgotten; my bio-father is a ceramic artist and had friends and interests all over the world so the possibilities are endless.