Home To Casa Claire

It was nice to pull into the driveway yesterday after my rounds – including a trip to town to grab a couple of whip cream topped lattes from Ziggy’s (the young ladies there are as sweet as the whip cream) – and be met by our feral cat, Smokey. I think she felt a little guilty about proving Lisa right – so quickly – about the latest porch cat bunker upgrade.

So, she waited for my return, to apologize. Et tu, Smokey?!

Speaking of familial felines, off to the right of the first photo is Henri, our stone Lion. He’s French, like his namesake artist who created him (and signed his work). We rescued Henri – the Lion – from a curiosity shop. He is our ever vigilant first line of defense. No one accesses the JTS Magic Grotto without his keen and unfaltering assessment. Henri alerts the Fae and the Dragons in the grotto if he senses malevolent intent on a strangers approach. The wrong humans will never make it to our front door. I really wouldn’t test this, the spirits are very protective (and neat).

And I’m running out of mattresses.

Plus I have to tip the recyclable collectors each time I leave one of these out on garbage day. It adds up.

So, tread lightly.

Speaking of treading, I need to get on the good foot and start my Saturday. I have kitties to cuddle and rounds to make.

You fine, five readers take care of those weekend errands and then watch UConn v. Illinois or Bama v. Clemson later on.

I have my Casa Claire chores to do. Oh, and I have a face spa appointment with the miraculous Anna the Barber of Berthoud.

I’ll be rooting for NCSU over Duke tomorrow, looking devilishly handsome, after some pre-and-post Christian meditation on the Easter holiday.

But whatever else we get up to today, let us make it a great one.