It's been a beautiful summer solstice
in our neck of the woods,
sunny and just hot enough --
The BTLO is pretty amazed
at her African Violets.
I especially like this one --
the really deep purple one,
that one hasn't blossomed for almost two years!
Yes, you'll note that I,
Squeak,
have gained access to one of the coveted
Pişi-Seats,
here by the Violets and the Window.
I really don't know where she is. . . . .
That's because Her Pişiness
is here,
traveling on a higher level:
in my book, everything is better
on a higher level--
I'm always looking to see things
higher
If it's over my head,
it's really bugging me.
and I have to see it,
and sniff it,
and overcome it.
And then I'm a happy cat.
It's true, I'm really not supposed to be
on the counter, but occasionally
I get away with it
for a little while,
or at least as long as it takes
the BTLO
to take these cute pictures.
Of course my other motivation
is to find out what she's cooking:
and all and all,
it just doesn't look appealing
to me.
No meat.
Oh, well.
See ya all later!
love,
from
Pişi and Squeak
1 comment:
My grandmother was always inordinately proud of her ability to grow African Violets because they are quite difficult. So brava, BTLO!
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