I just finished up gift lasagnas and the one for the Christmas Eve party. Why, no matter how I cut back, do I always end up with enough noodles for another lasagna? Do they multiply in the pan of water? I mean, I know how many each lasagna holds and then I make a few extra to make up for any that break beyond usability. And still…
Rewrites are progressing. Got past the awful chapter, it will have to be reviewed and tweaked a few more times, I’m sure. I am determined to power through the few remaining chapters in the next week.
He is so proud that he has learned to jump. He has practiced and practiced. Something most cats could just do, he’s had to work hard to perfect.
The cats spend time outside while I do chores on these chilly mornings. Then we all go inside for breakfast.
I keep an eye on him, I’m always worried about his spine. But I know he spends his nights working out his routines, LOL
To those who are new to Reggie’s world, he was born with Manx syndrome, unable to walk. His amazing foster mom got him up and mobile before he came to live with us. He hops like a bunny and his back legs work in unison. Learning to jump – he’s done it in increments over the last year and a half – takes a lot of skill and practice from him. And he is super proud of himself! As he should be.
Every year, I have to debate on a tree or not. The year Trixie came it was absolutely no way there could be a tree (see here). Or the year I had both one year old Willow, and bull-in-a-China-shop Jasper, I managed to have a tree and it survived beautifully.
Last year, with Reggie being a rambunctious kitten, I opted out of a tree, actually most decorations. But this year, I really wanted a real tree. Every few years, I opt for a tabletop tree instead of my cute candlestick fake tree.
I decided, despite the challenges, I wanted one this year. Found a really nice one and crossed my fingers it would all work out.