forest_choir: (Maggie & Hobbes)
On Monday, I voluntarily evacuated myself and our cats ahead of Hurricane Sandy.
Hobbes woke me up at 10:30am, looking incredibly worried.  As he is usually Mr Cool, this rattled me.  I looked outside and saw the water was making its way steadily up the yard.  I estimated it was within hours of covering the driveway and cutting off my only escape route. 

As I left around noon, I noticed that the water on my street was almost up to the edges of the road.
I later learned that high tide was at 3:30pm.

We stayed at W's for three days (bless her!) and got to hang out in relative safety.  Maggie and Hobbes weren't too pleased at having to share quarters with W's elderly cat, but no fights broke out.

Maggie ended up claiming one chair as "hers".


Hobbes, tired of my late-night internet surfing, fell asleep next to my keyboard every night.

sleepy Hobbie

We finally got to go home last night and it’s a bizarre feeling – the landscape is subtly different.  All the colours are muted, dusty.  The whole yard smells faintly of saltwater.  There’s debris everywhere – downed trees, branches…things have floated in from everywhere.  Bits of cornstalks all over the yard.  I can tell the direction the water flowed through the grass near the steps when the tide receded.  It looks like the yard got about a foot of water.  A few larger things floated away, but odd little things stayed...

And our semi-feral outdoor cat is okay. 
She showed up at 2am yesterday, hungry, but otherwise well.  :)

forest_choir: (Maggie & Hobbes)
Recently, I've been reading about Bryndzové Halušky, a Slovakian national dish.  I figured that any recipe consisting entirely of potatoes, cheese, and bacon could not possibly be a bad thing. 
It's quite salty, but absolutely delicious.

Bryndzové Halušky lurked by Hobbes

Hobbes was very curious about it, but stopped short of taking a bite.
He looked at me as if to say, "Mama, you know I'm not supposed to eat bacon..." 

I've been in such a cheesy mood lately.
One day, all I could think about was crackers with Brie spread.  YUM!

crackers and Brie

Things have been going along quietly at home. 
Our cats are as naughty as ever.
Three-year-old Maggie sleeps a lot during the day but charms us with her chirps and trills.  21-month-old Hobbes is still a live wire.  He leaps off furniture and stalks food with a passion.  But his early-morning snuggle sessions are delightful.  Both cats enjoy sunrises and watching the birds every morning.


They've also discovered the tree frogs that frequent out sitting room window.  The frogs (and hummingbird) often look in the windows to see what we're doing.

forest_choir: (Maggie & Hobbes)
Hobbes is growing up to be quite the handsome boy.
Here he is at 1 month old and last weekend at 16 months old.

still handsome
forest_choir: (Maggie and Hobbes)
Life was quiet this weekend.
We got some snow on Monday morning, so I stayed in bed, working on my needlepoint.  The sunlight helped tell the difference between two colours of cream on the pattern.
Hobbes insisted that he was being neglected.

 But, Mama, pay attention to meeee!

Both cats were surprised to see the snow outside.

Spring is around the corner, however.
The first hellebore has finally started to bloom.

first bloom of 2012
forest_choir: (Maggie and Hobbes)
Happy New Year, all.

I've been busy the past week or so.  [ profile] stormsongk and I have been trying to clean up the house and be more organised.  I've been attempting to clean for a minimum of 15 minutes a day.  So far, we've cleared off nearly half of the kitchen table, our Hoosier cabinet, and much of the kitchen counter.
On Monday, I finished rearranging the dinnerware.  I'm pretty proud of myself.  What's the point of owning all that gorgeous pottery if it's not in a place where it can be used every day?


Also, I've been sharing the seedlings from our lettuce plants that bolted over the summer.  They're everywhere in our back garden, so I waited until they got large enough to transplant and then shared them with family.  Salads for all!

oak-leaf and 'Red Sails'

While I was home on Monday, I noticed that Maggie and Hobbes have begun snoozing only a few feet apart in the afternoon sunbeams.  Pretty much the only time these two spend time together is at sunrise (they love to sit in the window) or during games of chase-and-pounce.
I ran for the camera at this sweet sight.

peace in the new year
forest_choir: (mossheart)
One of my favourite Christmas presents was from my 8-year-old niece, who drew a picture of my cat Hobbes.
Hobbes, by Rebekah, age 8
I've spent this week watching BBC's 2010 series of Sherlock and then on Saturday [ profile] stormsongk and I watched Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.  Whee!  Can't wait for Sherlock series 2 to air on New Years Day.
forest_choir: (Shadow - portrait)
This weekend was the Yule feast with our chosen family.
A bunch of us and a load of food crammed into my sister's tiny 1-bedroom apartment.
Crowded and sometimes loud, but fun.

During the weekend, I started a new cross stitch pattern (yay Etsy!) - a wreath of holly, ivy, and mistletoe.  On Sunday morning, I had some trouble sleeping, so I got up and started stitching.
Hobbes curled up next to me and purred for three hours.

quiet time with Mama
forest_choir: (Maggie and Hobbes)
Party on. )
forest_choir: (Maggie and Hobbes)
Meet the folks... )
forest_choir: (forest)
forest_choir: (woodsflautist)
Let's go crazy... )
forest_choir: (cats snuggling)
Onward! )
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It's come to my attention that since [ profile] stormsongk and I have adopted our cats, life has begun to imitate art.  About 20 years ago, I bought an art tile that looks a great deal like three-month-old Hobbes.

ginger cat by Mimi Vang Olsen

And the reason I bought it is that it looked like my best concept of what I wanted "home" to be.

Hobbes at home
forest_choir: (Default)
My little kitten is growing up!
In the past two weeks, he's gone from looking like a tiny adorable furball to looking like a miniature cat.

a little cat

He has also developed formidable talents with his teeth and claws and I feel like a pincushion!  This weekend, I will be learning to trim his pointy needles of death claws without being bitten.

We're naming him Hobbes in honour of a certain tiger.  :)
lurking Hobbes
forest_choir: (forest)
Care for a saucer of milk with that? )

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