I have been terrified of doing this bee tutorial. Bees are my thing, my symbol, my talisman. My name, Deborah, means “bee” in Hebrew. To paint a bee, and make it look horrible, seemed too scary for words.
Anyway, I decided today that I would do the brave thing and dive into the bee project. I was wincing and cringing the entire time because I was seeing nothing but mistakes … but then I let it dry, stepped away for a while, and suddenly I found I actually like it!
I am so happy I didn’t let my fears win on this one. I love having a bee that I painted myself.
My cat Pye’s favorite thing to hunt is dry Rhododendron leaves which he then brings into the house to give to me. Sometimes he even hides them in my blankets on my bed. Which usually involves a squeal or scream when I crawl into bed at night and feel something hard and crackly in my sheets.
Since I’d been battling a stomach bug this past week, I hadn’t really been able to pick up around the house. Yesterday, I made a point to find all the leaves he’d brought in just to see how much had accumulated over four or five days.
Following is a photo of Pye’s special stash. This is just from this week.
When I laid the leaves out so I could take the photo, Pye came over and sat next to the leaves. He was so proud and I imagine quite thrilled that I finally appreciated his hunting trophies enough to photograph them.
Love my goofy, leaf-hunting fur-baby.
While I was walking in the cold sunshine yesterday, I had a thought about what I wanted to share on here. I mulled it over the entire time I was walking. By the time I got home — after stopping by the store, washing the car, and trying to figure out where so much junk comes from that ends up in my car — I’d completely forgotten what I was going to write about. As my mom used to say about herself, “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” What can I say? I’m my mother’s daughter.
In honor of the current forgotten topic, I thought I’d share a sampling of things my kitties have done recently. If you want to know me — the real me — you need to be aware I have three cats and two bunnies. I have been fighting to accept myself in spite of the inner critic who tells me it’s wrong to love my pets. Love brings light and happiness into dark times. If I want to care deeply for my furbabies? So be it. If people call me a Crazy Cat Lady? So what. They’re not completely wrong. And just so you know, I don’t have a dog but only because my youngest daughter is horribly allergic. I’m an animal lover in general, not strictly a cat collector. 🙂
Here is the first edition of Cat Tales. And hopefully next time when I sit down to write, I’ll remember what I was going to say. Otherwise, the next post may be Bunny Tales.
- So I decided to try one of those services that send you a box of goodies for your pet once a month. The first box arrived yesterday. Really great toys, high quality, the cats love them. But the favorite toy of all, loved by all three cats? Yeah, you probably see where this is going. The box. All three want to sit in it and sleep in it and take their baths in it. But it only fits one at a time, so while one is doing his or her bathing/sitting/sleeping, the other two are doing their glaring. Undecided whether I’ll keep the service or not. I have boxes. A friend suggested I keep it going for 3 months so they can each have their own special box. Actually not a bad idea. 🙂
- Got a new Blue-tooth speaker so I can listen to my phone’s access to Amazon Music. When the speaker came on today, Pye (“Pyewacket”) ran over to the speaker and looked so excited. I swear he thought Ed Sheeran was about to come out of the little box and play. Later when I played the same song, the other two cats responded the same way. Does that mean they all like Ed Sheeran, or does he get their attention because they don’t like him? Inquiring minds want to know.
- Friday jumped onto the coffeetable the other day and started licking the ice cubes in my glass. His face — when he realized it was cranberry-flavored Sprite and not ice water — was priceless.
- I’m thinking seriously about buying a remote control Star Wars BB-8 droid because I think my cats would love it. I may have just crossed over into the Official Nerdy Cat Lady Zone.
- Other than the typical birds and mice (and one rat), these are some of the gifts my cats have brought me over the years at this house:
— Uncountable dry leaves
— Many earthworms (alive)
— A goldfish (alive)…
— Several snakes (alive)
— Troll doll
— Child’s plastic play ball
— A Barbie
— A mitten
— Stray cats
— Stray bunnies (alive)
— Pine cones
— Christmas ornaments
— Troll keychain
— Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer keychain
— Numerous dog toys
— Small teddy bear
— A rubber chicken
Photos to introduce my babies.
Friday caught in the act of stealing a Troll doll:
Velma watching Giraffe Cam:
Pye (Pyewacket) when he was about 4 months old. He’s a grown up cat now, but still thinks he’s the baby. He was named after the cat in the Jimmy Stewart/Kim Novak movie, Bell, Book, and Candle (people always ask):