Izzy, but lord knows what she’s thinking.

I don’t think the garbage truck was coming by anyway, but even less likely now. #wawx

Signs your contractor has a sense of humor.

Went to Skagit valley to look at the blooms and take a few pictures. I thought it had been a few years, but in looking at the pictures (and the much younger us in them), I discovered we last went fifteen years ago.

I call these weird ears or owl ears, depending.

In appreciation of #mosstodon

Fall color in the Japanese garden in the Seattle Arboretum

This one’s more of a story. I’ve learned that cat “arias” of prolonged caterwauling can be play. It was alarming at first, because the wailing and crying sounds a lot like distress.

Over time, I grew comfortable that these impassioned cries were indeed play, and while explanations differs as to what the play means, our Siamese has chosen the artichoke on the stairs as her favorite toy.

This picture shows the black cat, who just happened to be walking by, right by where the Siamese left her beloved artichoke halfway down the stairs after a particularly loud and long play session. Whatever works, cat.

What do you want, human?

LEGO Lighthouse