Mike, Jill, Lucy, & Wubie!

We went to Grandma’s last week and played in her green and blossoming garden. You may noticed a little red gnome frolicking in these pics…

Lucy put on a cat show last night. She made a podium out of some boxes, and the three of us judged the cats. Since there was a tie, madame had the deciding vote on the winners.

Here is the winners circle…little grey checked kitten won first prize, followed by yellow kitten and Jiji. Notably absent was…

Lucy plays houses almost every night, and usually there isn’t enough room in the main house for both animal families, so we build another one.

Here’s one located on an island, reached by a bridge. (Note the mice floating on cake islands.)

The other day we built a house for the mouse family which reminded me of the Guggenheim museum, hence the title of this post:

The mouse family inside their new house, they also got some furniture this build:

An overview shot, and a clue to how long it lasted:

Wubert is Lucy’s best friend, worst enemy, and favorite toy. He is a very patient cat.

He endures from her things which he would never tolerate from anyone else…like being dressed in hats and covered in blankets.

He has seen her grow from a tiny baby, and it seems he knows her vulnerability, and that she is little, and still growing.

He loves to play with her, and when she is asleep, he often sits next to her, watchfully, or if it has been a very long nap, prods her to wake up so he can play with her.

He rarely bites or scratches, unless he is really provoked. It takes a lot to get him to do it, and she almost always deserves it.

Even when he is napping, he always seems to have an ear cocked listening for her. The vet says this is the kind of interaction that will keep him young, keeping his mind active and occupied.

So here’s to you Wubie, the very patient cat!

Madame has a habit of gleefully putting chunks of food in my tea or beverage of the moment. I have to watch my teacup at all times! This morning when we were having hot chocolate she decided to garnish it with choc-covered raisins.

They rapidly sank past the whipped cream to plonk! in the bottom of the cup, melting, and upping the chocolate factor. It wasn’t bad, but it was very filling. A few raisins go a very long way.

So the morale of the (very thin) story is, if you happen to be dining at a café with madame, watch yer cups!