(our fostered kittens from the animal shelter)
The room seemed big to me at the time and there was an old trunk that held pictures, calendars and linens. There was a large window where the light streamed in that always had bees buzzing around the sill. A single antique bed that held quilts most likely made by my grandmother 1/2 filled a wall. I loved to look at the photos that were done on tin, all black and white. The linens were mostly just pieces of fabric or pillow-cases that had borders of lace. Everything smelled of moth balls but it was ok, it was familiar.
I could hear everyone talking around the kitchen from where the stove-pipe came up through the house. I loved to hear my mom's laughter through the floor.
If I was really lucky, Maggie, her tabby cat, would be nursing her babies over in the corner in a box. Oh joy!
I would sit on the old worn floor, never noticing if it was dirty or not, and watch very quietly. Of course, I would touch the kittens and Maggie would purr.
I would be over the moon and never need to leave until someone would call for dinner.
Yes, without a doubt, that is where I would go to spend an hour or two, if I could.
I'm off to cat-sit but before I go I want to show you that the three munchkins have graduated from a one-bedroom condo to a two with a little loft. They need to exercise now but still be kept safe so this should help. Mom gets to sit on the deck and watch them stretch their legs.
They sleep in a heap.
It's getting so pretty outside.
Heading out with Kane.hugs, Deb