Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
We can hear her at night after we've gone to bed, tearing around the living room, ruffling papers, knocking toys around. There is a great deal of rustling, tearing, and running, from what I can tell from the comfort of my bed.
In the morning her pile of tissue paper is spread from the kitchen to the bedroom door as if a miniature tornado has passed through.
She is in there. The tail peeking out on the left is the giveaway.
I'd like set up a hidden camera and see just exactly what sort of kitty shenanigans causes this. She acts all nonchalant. "I don't know how this possibly happened. It was like that when I got here. I swear."
Matt and tidy up her paper into a pile again. And the cycle starts a new.
Somehow this pile of shredded pattern paper has become a permanent fixture in our living room. There is another behind the glide rocker in the basement. This cat...