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…
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.
Here’s a video of Lucy reading to koala, shopping at the bookstore, and playing with Wubie. It’s a bit leisurely-paced…and about 9 minutes long. So get a cup of tea, settle in, and enjoy!
Lucy and I meandered over to Los Gatos to visit a cat store last week. (Funny, that…cats…los gatos…)
Down the street from the cat store, we noticed a curious store that sparkled and shone. It was a candy shop, so of course we went in!
Lucy stood in the entryway, a bit overwhelmed, stunned, amazed, and unable to move. It was a bit of a sensory overload…shelves and shelves of candy, music and movies playing, sparkling tin ceiling tiles, lights, umbrellas, old signs, toys and games, lots and lots of things to look at.
It was a very Willy Wonka kind of place…they even had the movie playing on the back wall.
I found some nostalgic favorites, like the little dots on paper that you peel off, and a curly-whirly for Lucy’s daddy, which is the closest thing left to his childhood favorite Marathon bar.
Powell’s Sweet Shoppe it’s called. Oops, I forgot to get a Wonka bar! Guess we will have to come back…