If he were human, I'd have been scrambling to explain my tardiness. Instead he got extra cuddles and chin scratches.

Rose has this little, staccato meow she uses to call Nahum to snuggle with her. Most days it works like a charm. When it doesn't, she has to take matters into her own paws.

Every year as the local peaches begin to arrive in the markets and groceries, I wonder, will this be the year? The year that I find the peaches of my childhood?

I haven't yet, but I hope to. Someday.

Summer entertainment, house cat style.

I needed a bit of sparkle this morning.

The napkin basket used to be for napkins. 

I wonder what she's thinking.