Littles
Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about kitties and puppies. - Anonymous
I've saved the best for last. Here, pictures of the grandchildren and their recently-adopted furry littles are worth a thousand words.
Second Granddaughter and Madeline
Second Granddaughter mimics a kitty as she tries out new cat bed set by cat condo (left). Crocheted teaser toy (above right)
Madeline has piercing green eyes, clumsy, a playful ball of joy wrapped up in all-black fur.
A cat can work out mathematically the exact place to bunk under that will cause the most inconvenience. |
She has taught her humans since Day One that being a cat, she doesn't have to make sense.
to purr is feline.
All you need is love.
And a cat.
First Grandchildren and Lexi
She's brown and white with soulful eyes and an upturned, tilted head. What's not to love?
Lexi, a pit bull terrier at a few weeks old (above, left). Pencil sketches by First Grandson (center) and First Granddaughter (right)
Picked as the prettiest one of her whole litter, she models a Christmas dress. |
And finally, home.
A cross-stitched name pillow gift
Here's to all the littles of the world who remind us that stuff doesn’t have to be overwhelming, but that it can be as unpretentious as a chipmunk.
A pocket-sized crochet cube animal, or even a chirping katydid.
Or a cat who simply wants to sit in your lap and have her head scratched.
And a puppy, all gangly limbs and wiggly butt, yipping with excitement between her barks.
For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is
refreshed.
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