It's Celebrations time!
VikLit had the idea for this blog that celebrates the small things that often go unnoticed. It happens every Friday, and it will always bring a smile as we see joy through others' eyes.
Why don't you join the hop? Details are at the end of this post.
|Herself, age 9 (photoshop backdrop)|
Cats tend to be matriarchal. Shrimp that she is, Frida bossed around the big boys at my place, cuddled with my dog (a Lab) and generally tried to rule things with an iron paw in a velvet glove.
Earlier in this blog I mentioned her disruptive way with manuscripts, and she has honed and perfected her techniques over the years. Her presence when I am writing has led to phenomenally decreased output. On the other hand, I laugh a lot.
She works very hard for different causes, from disrupting writers (a cause dear to her heart) to cat rescue. She even serves as breed ambassadress whenever it is necessary. She does tend to squint at times when she is happy: that distant stare translates to 'Ooh! I'm so happy to be here! Help rescue a cat, why don't you?'
One time, I recall, someone thought she was a mink. She's a minx, I guess (though a charming one), but she also runs a tight ship,going so far as to thwack the big boys who happen to annoy her.
It's been a nice nine years, well worth celebrating...
She does somehow make every day seem like a party...
(Today is a Friday! I hope you all have wonderful weekends.)