Tallulah Mae no longer likes her big bed in the spot where it has been for the past 13 and a half years. Every evening she pulls, pushes, scrabbles, pummels it out into the middle of the floor; it is often upside down or on its side. We have no idea why she's started doing this.
Amazing jacaranda in the 'hood...as ever, SO glad it is not near my house (they are, as my mom likes to say "the tree from hell" in terms of messiness [and stinkiness--they smell like cat pee to my nose]), but they are glorious to look at!
Wildly in love with my husband B., guardian of Miss Tallulah Mae (the wonder dog), adorer of all canines, editor of books, dilettantish crafter, vintage shopper, lover of libraries, neophyte cellist, and foziewisp.