The year of the cat, has come to an end

It’s with a heavy heart, I write my goodbye to my little cabin in the woods, and more importantly to my cats. About a month ago, Romeo disappeared. The last thing he left me was the tail of a squirrel and since he always stayed by my side, I’m convinced that his last fight with…

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Cone of shame

poor romeo… he got into a fight but is recovering nicely. sometimes i call him babycakes… and sometimes i just think my nail polish looks really good with pippin’s coat.

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A Chiang Mai morning…

I wake up to the sound of Romeo scratching at the blue door or meowing from the cat room. This is around 6am, he’s an excellent alarm clock. Some days I lie there, swear and throw back the covers, other days I just accept that this is the way he is.

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