Sugarplum was here for an overnight visit, and when I heard the telltale sound of pattering feet, I knew the little munchkin had awakened, so I stood to greet her, and we made our way to the kitchen, where I left her with the cat for only a moment. They're fast. Returning to the kitchen, I found the two of them planted on the kitchen table, the plum a little shivering mass in this room which isn't so roasty-toasty in the early morning hours. I grabbed my shawl, cozied her up, and set about cooking her eggs, but not before I'd snapped a couple of shots of the table. I quite liked the arrangement. I'm the nana. Let her daddy teach her "at," not "on," the breakfast table.
| Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life. ~ Jude 1:21 |
1 comment:
Darling. the photo would make a good painting!
Little girls and kittie cats seem to have a natural connection - must be those purrs!
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