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Josephina Ballerina

The dancing ways of a young tortoiseshell cat named Josephine.

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October 26, 2018October 26, 2018 Maureen

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HAPPY: Week twelve of #52fridayphotos. This photo of pretty-eyed Josephine and a Virginia Creeper vine makes me happy every time I look at it. (Aside: I used to be a pretty good basket maker back in the day, and VC was my favorite material to use.) #taleswithfriends
A little story from March 2014 for #throwbackthursday entitled Why I Have Grey Hair. Misplaced Josephine the other day. Sitting on couch working on taxes, just mired in happiness. Yes, I was. The Divine Miss J ensconced on blue rocker next to couch. Hours and hours...uh...ok...twenty minutes pass. J no longer on rocker. Aww, will stretch and go peek at her sweetly curled up in her bed…my bed…the bedroom window. No cat, no cat, no cat. Huh. Where..? Ah-ha! Behind French door drapes. She’s always there. Except now. Scurry back down hall, onto knees, peer under bed. No. Cat. Dash down hall in other direction, recheck rocker, recheck drapes, re-recheck rocker. Check bathroom, kitchen, laundry, closet. Re-re-recheck rocker. (Maybe she quantum phased out and has phased back in.) NO CAT!!! Door open. Oh no! Left her outside! She’s gone! No…screen door shut and her bright green “going out” collar there on door knob. I know I took it off her when she and I came inside. Together. Frantically scanning now: couch, rocker, recliner, other recliner, recliner, other recliner…lather, rinse, repeat. Panic: WHERE IS SHE?!?! Cat black/brown/copper. Drapes white, couch blue, rocker blue, recliner blue, other recliner blue Covered with a Quilt. The End. (see photo) #taleswithfriends
Husband was ready as Old Sol did it again yesterday. See 🌞 rise. Rise, 🌞, rise! (My morning nod to the "Dick, Jane, and Sally" readers from first grade.) #taleswithfriends #nofilter
REFLECTION: Week eleven of #52fridayphotos . Kirby aka Glow Eyes. (1989-2006) He came home to live with me when he was four weeks old and stayed 17 years. This cat had my heart like no being on earth ever had -or ever has had. I was walking through the hall one day and there he was under the front door mat. I ran for my camera (remember those?) and took this photo. When the film was developed, I was delighted to see the light bouncing off the back of his eyes onto the floor, but I just now realized you can see the camera flash in his eye, too. After I die I will know I have reached Heaven when he is the first one in line to greet me. I think I’ll spend about a thousand years with him and then go greet the next person. #taleswithfriends
NOT FAIR! m0mmEE pLay wiF biG yAR boWeL aN teLz mE “N0-NO jOsAfEEn” #taleswithfriends
VINTAGE: Week ten of #52fridayphotos. (2 photos) I am a minimalist with few possessions and no collections to speak of beyond a jar of sea shells. This Fiesta Kitchen Kraft bowl, however, stays with me. When I was a little girl, my mother would make Royal cherry jello in it. Age three and I could get it out of the fridge by myself, squirt a lavish amount of whipped cream from the can on top, grab a spoon, and carefully carry this lovely bowl halfway up the stairs where I would sit and consume a goodly amount of its contents with gusto and joy. My mother never seemed to mind. Thanks, mom. 💕 #taleswithfriends

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