Cats playing

I put some of those slider things to protect the floor on the bottom of the couch legs, but then couldn't stand the couch up without knocking them off. I had to wait for Kelly to come over to watch a movie to right the couch. In the meantime, Sentinel doesn't like things out of place, so he was managing the situation. Upstairs Kitty thought it was a wonderful playground. She would be the orange blur in the second picture.

Chase Lounger Gets a New Look

I love our Ektorp lounger from Ikea, but in the nearly two years we have owned it, I have grown disenchanted with the white cover. I'm not a fan of white things as they don't tend to stay white, but at the time of purchase, white seemed to be our best choice.

Through the normal processes of living, our cover had gotten grubby looking. Yes, I could take it off and wash it, but 1) that would require a trip to the laundromat as our tiny washer and dryer can't handle the massive amount of material and 2)when I wash white things they never are as white as they were. I seem to be missing an essential whitening gene.

So, we saved up and bought this new cover. It is still white, partially, but it was a better choice for our chase. I think it looks better, too.
Ikea, please make a solid blue right-hand chase cover. Seriously. I will buy it. I don't care if it is too matchy-matchy with the couch.

Kale Harvest

We harvested the last of the kale today. I have to say, from a gardening perspective, kale is a wonder plant. You plant it. It grows. When the temperature drops below freezing, the flavor gets better. It snows and the kale grows on. It is easy to prepare, chock full of vitamins and delicious! Everyone should grow kale!

Sentinel's rejected toys.

You know when parents spend tons of money buying toys for their baby and the child likes to play with the boxes more than the toys? Here you see that principle applied to cat ownership. I bought all those toys for Sentinel and his toy of choice? My dangling apron strings when the apron is hung up on the bakers rack. Also, red string that was tied around our Valentines. Yep. All of these toys are getting donated to the Humane society.

Hot Date.

Matt and I had a "hot date" tonight. We did our taxes. Because we aren't married we each fill out our own form, but we set aside tonight to get them done. It was good time invested. Both of us have a lot taken out of our checks and so Matt got a tremendously large return from the feds and a fairly large chunk from the state. I got the largest amount ever from the Feds, but still had to pay the state. (!@@%$^%#$!) I know that ideally you should be striving to not have to pay money or get much of a refund so "your money can be making money for you in the bank." But my bank money? It pays me about three pennies per month right now. So I'll take the windfall once per year instead of those thirty-six pennies.

Pictures from February that didn't go up in proper order.

Matt got a present in the mail with excess packaging, and the cats enjoyed playing in it. Upstairs Kitty would hide and Sentinel would attack.
Mom had a birthday and I made the cake. Other things were made too, like dinner, but I didn't take pictures.
We celebrated that made up holiday in mid-February by reserving a Zipcar and driving(!) to the Lakewood Theater to see Bell, Book and Candle. The best part was the surprise Moonstruck Chocolates left in the car as a gift to us from Zipcar and Moonstruck. Thanks!

Act 3, Scene 1.

Our hapless comic relief attempts to rehearse their play and Bottom is transformed. Titiania, under the influence of a Puckish substance, falls in love with him. This scene was a good example of why it was a good idea to listen to the Royal Shakespeare company as we go along. After Bottom is transformed and his fellow actors flee in terror, Bottom sings to himself as he wanders the forest. Listening the the recording, Matt noticed that Bottom was scared to be by himself, something neither of us noticed on our read-through.

This is also the point where I remembered how much I enjoy Bottom's character, with his incredible formal manners when meeting the fairies.