vanilla-flavoured cat, anyone?

My cat, Lilly, has a habit of falling asleep on the edge of the kitchen counter. Usually she does so well away from any food, but apparently the other night she curled up in the lid of a carton of vanilla ice cream. Her fur is still a bit sticky, and my mom and I have taken to calling her Lilly Vanilli.

Other exciting news? Actual shelves in the library!! It’s slowly starting to look like something more than a hodgepodge of boxes. …Of course, having a place to put them only makes me want more books.

here and there

There is a cat asleep on my foot right now. She was nuzzling, and drifted off. Thought you’d all want to know that. (Lilly has fallen asleep on her back with her feet on a pillow and her head on my foot. Now Arthur comes in, plops down in the same pose, and meows expectantly. Pet me, please?)

She was on my lap earlier – a fact of which my allergies are still reminding me. Got to work today and was greeted with the lovely smell of floor stripping chemicals; it has not been a good day for my nose.

I’ve started making my very first quilt. It’s very simple, just little squares – 280 squares to be exact, my shoulders felt every one of them – but it should be big enough to fit on my bed when I’m through.