Sometime next year, this bookcase that Helena’s crouching on will probably be replaced by cat shelves. I have a feeling she can’t wait.
Helena proves that the best things in a cat’s life are free: your attention and cardboard boxes.
Helena puts the lion in Mountain Lion.
It’s week three (or maybe four) of Helena’s first-ever indoor grass patch. I’ve yet to catch her chillaxing on the turf, but the cat-shaped imprint there tells me all I need to know.
She’s only been here five months, but Helena pretty much owns the place now. Nobody’s complaining.
As far as I can tell, there’s no way to know if you’re near the end of a Sodastream tank. Is there a name for the anxiety that comes with this uncertainty?
NO points for answering “first world problem.” None whatsoever.