Gentle requests for him to move, by the way of delicate taps to the nose were ignored. Speaking sternly only resulted in his eyes being more tightly scrunched together. Attempting to slide him away led to his claws digging into the paper - but no other sign of life.
The look on his face when I picked him up and dropped him onto the floor was priceless, "How did Mummy guess I was only foxing?".
I bought this huge bunch of wild flowers from the markets on Saturday, knowing I would be sitting at the table with a lot of work to do this week. Nature's art is always so perfect.
This mat is 60cm wide and Charles is sleeping peacefully among the towels. I had just dried and dressed my friends little boys in front of the heater, turned around, and there he was. Perhaps his paws were hot and he had to pop them under the mat.
Glorious gifts from Dotee in the mail today. A beautiful doll for my birthday ( in Dec.) - what a serene Mama and baby they are. A tag by Colette Copeland,
a card by Carla Sonheim and a gorgeous ATC that I had secretly admired on her blog. How blessed am I?