Our mom went on an urban photo expedition and came back with some really dumb pictures. No cats to be seen- anywhere. Meanwhile, we are bereft, depressed, bored… we have asked for new toys.
Just me, chatting music and shit.
My name is Suki, my human is a writer, and this is about my world. The world according to Suki The Cat. My humans smell funny, look weird, and I can't understand a thing they say, but they feed me, so hey, what are you gonna do?
Growing and harvesting a bounty of blessings in my potager.
Great Blue Herons: A study in patience and grace
MAKING A DIFFERENCE, ONE STEP AT A TIME
Culture is downstream from technology.
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
age is just a (biggish) number