A night and a morning in the Cats' Mother's life

How yesterday ended - with a (lap) visitation from Princess Pearli - and today began.

I - literally - am contested turf in the mornings. Rambo's new ritual is to move from the foot of the bed and on to me. Then Gandalf cannot be left out and has to get as close to my face as possible. No further comment required.

Getting up gets a weight off my chest. Literally.

Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa

Photo: Selma
Post script

If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:

• re-vamping old recipes. As I do this, I am adding them in a file format that you can download and print. If you download recipes, buy me a coffee. Or better yet, a glass of wine....?
• and "re-capturing" nearly two years' worth of posts.

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