I don’t know about you, but I could use some nice kitty pictures about now.
So here they are.
First – Kevin bought a cat grass kit, complete with darling little black and white kitty cup to plant the grass. They sprouted fairly quickly and all the cats enjoy chewing on them. Here’s Lovey, her black and white-ness going well with the mug.
I think she’s the cat who likes it the most, although sometimes Lester will vigorously yank the grass out from the roots.
In addition to the cat grass, as I’ve posted before, all the cats love watching cat TV. I managed to capture this little video of Riley going to town.
And one more photo of Riley – but the story is about the bag. Behind our couch in the living room is a small shelf, a barrister bookcase, and on top of it are a bunch of lovely little pieces of china that I bought in England, plus a few things that Dad had. Behind them I’d propped up this burlap bag from a shop called MacGregor’s of Killin. I’d bought the bag when we were on our bike trip in Scotland and I vaguely recall that I might have bought things at the store to put in the bag?
But anyway, I guess I could actually use the bag sometime, but it’s been sitting there behind the English stuff on that bookshelf ever since I got it, in 2009.
At Christmas, as I’ve also written about, I take down all the stuff including the bag in order to put some decorations on it. But this year when I went to put everything back, I could not find that bag. I knew I’d moved it to either the music room or the bedroom, and I kept looking and looking and realizing, as I do every day, that I need to get rid of so much stuff in both of these rooms. But where was the bag?
And then it occurred to me that I hadn’t bothered to look under some of Kevin’s stuff lying on the floor in the bedroom. And there, under a backpack of his, was the bag! It felt good to find something.
Here are a few photos of that 2009 trip to Scotland, on the way to the tiny town of Killin and in the town itself. First, Kevin on the bike path on the way to town, a converted rail track.
When we left the paved path it was a very very long descent into the town, and this is the view. It was so beautiful, and luckily right then it wasn’t raining. It was July in Scotland, but they had more rain that year than normal and it rained on us at least some part of every single day were were biking.
When we reached Killin, we’d read that they had “falls” but they weren’t the big waterfalls we’d expected but they were lovely nonetheless.
Here’s the main street, the next morning as we got ready to head out. It started raining shortly after we left. I bet MacGregor’s of Killin is one of those buildings.
I just looked it up online and that’s it on the right, the big white building with green awnings. I’m happy to see that it’s still in business, because the town was so tiny and we saw a lot of “for sale” signs down the street.
It’s so weird, too, that that was twelve years ago. Gone in a flash. Will we get back across the ocean again? I sure hope so.
ok then,
mrs. gloomy grey January Sunday Hughes.