Boris and his best pal Sweety the Stuffed Cat (who apparently thinks it’s someone’s birthday-he’s always ready for a celebration) wish you all a Happy New Year filled with snacks and scritches, and most of all, love. Can’t have too much of that.
My cat Boris originally wrote this non traditional version of the first Christmas story as a guest blogger. But he wanted to turn it into a little book so human kittens could hold it, turn the pages, and look at the pictures. If you’ve ever shared your home with a cat, you know how persistent they can be.
So after much nagging from Boris, we turned the little story into a little, illustrated book. If you’d like a copy, you can order it here.
And while I have you on the phone, thanks to everyone who attended Fleisher Art Memorial’s Handmade Art Market last Saturday. I pretty much sold out.
It’s Boris’s first Thanksgiving in a vegan household so there will be no human turkey leftovers for him this year. (Don’t worry. He eats a premium vet-recommended cat food. Cats are carnivores after all.) Still, this little cat has a lot to be thankful for, as do his humans. Happy Thanksgiving to you all
I have a bad cat. Yes, Boris is wanted for Destruction of Furniture. This is a Felony in my house, but cats and small children get automatic immunity.
We have some storage hassocks that we use as foot stools and coffee tables in our living room. When you live in a small (916 sf) house, every piece of furniture has have more than one function.
Boris keeps his sleepy pad one one of the hassocks where he hangs out with his stuffed mice. The little monster does not deserve a new cover on his hassock (never mind that he has three scratching posts on the first floor, plus a cat tree and he uses them all) but I decided that a pandemic sewing project might be interesting.
I used some heavy canvas fabric I got in a free bin at a house sale. I added a design with some fabric paint. The hassock was an 18″ cube, so I measured a strip of fabric 72″ long (the material swatch was huge. I could have also cut and sewn a strip 72″ long) plus an extra inch, and 22 inches wide. I made a giant tube snug enough that I had to finesse it over the hassock. The bottom of the fabric was already hemmed.
So, what’s to keep Boris from destroying this? And I also decided that I didn’t want to make three more covers for the rest of the hassocks. And I’m not crazy about the fabric. Light colors don’t work to well for a foot stool. Replace the hassocks? And have them destroyed again? But I think I found a solution.
One of the things I miss most is not being able to go to the pottery studio because of the pandemic. Fleisher Art Memorial is reopening its open pottery studio program in the fall (with safety precautions). I am looking forward to returning.
Who knew cats could cook? Not that Boris cooks. He expects to be waited on and is the type of cat who would have all the best take out places on speed dial if we let him have a phone. Which we don’t for obvious reasons.
But our bridge kitty Plumpton was quite a cook . In fact, one of this recipes was published.
Here is the recipe
I have never tried it and never made it for Boris. Even though I have an adventurous palate, I find some of the ingredients, well, a little off-putting.
We will not be making a turkey tomorrow because we will be delivering a cookbook to Boris’s penpals with whom we will be spending the day. Here he is posing with the cookbook.
Boris (dreaming of drumsticks) wishes you a Happy Thanksgiving,
Boris wishes you a Happy Thanksgiving.
This week was quite a week. I drove up to Boston to pick up a friend and her dog Benji to bring them to Philadelphia for a visit. Benji is a Yorkshire Terrier who has a thing for stealing glasses and chasing cats.
Benji the terror and cat chaser
Benji the glasses thief.
Boris spent the week in the basement with his toys and food. An attempted meeting betwen Benji and Boris was a disaster. Only then did we learn that Benji is a cat chaser.
I got lost in the Big Dig tunnel in Boston after I dropped Benji and his human companion back at their apartment. So I got a tour of downtown Boston which has changed immensely since Benji’s human companion and I were students at Emerson College.
We were able to get together with a third friend from Emerson before I drove back. We were so young when we first met. Now we are grandmothers.
Boris has reclaimed his house now that Benji the cat chaser is gone.