As anyone who knows me knows, I love cats. Meags suggested perhaps I might build a catio and my cat is halfway done writing his first #1 hit (“Lick, Lick, Licken Dem Paws”). People who know me also know that I love Gone with the Wind. So. Suffice it to say I loveLoveLOVED this article about Vivien Leigh’s cats. Doesn’t she look so so glamorous?
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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