The great outdoors

Last weekend I went to the cottage with my parents. While they were out shopping and doing stuff outside and, well, cottaging, I spent most of my three-day stay sitting in a reclining chair, while knitting, with a blanket on my lap and (usually) a kitten sleeping on my legs. A good amount of my time in the summer is spent hiding out, trying to make sure the sunlight can't find me. Otherwise I turn into a lobster. I am an 80-year-old woman.

Now, since unemployment, that routine is pretty similar to what I do every day at home. The only difference being this: I didn't feel particularly guilty about being so lazy. When I was at the cottage, I could nap in the afternoon, read, and watch HGTV and think about how much I want my own house and not some piddly little apartment. When I'm at home, well, I try to be a tad more productive.

The kitten also wasn't allowed outside, but that certainly didn't stop her from trying and from making new friends.

Not too sure about the new kid.


Scared the new kid away.


Waiting patiently for his return.


Reunited again. The kitten has gained the chipmunk's trust. Now if only she could get through the screen...


I think I post about my cat too much. I need new hobbies.