Sunday Waffles
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...

Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
In our house a regular occurrence, almost a tradition if you like, are early morning waffles with ou...
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...