• Blogmas,  Christmas,  Creative Writing

    Blogmas Update

    The blogmas challenge is nearly completed! My goal was to post everyday from December 1st up to December 25th and while I still have a couple more days before this challenge is finished, I wanted to take some time to reflect on my posts up to this point. So this post should be post #23 (because today is the 23rd of December), but actually it is post #13. I fell off my blogmas wagon a couple of days here and there due to a severe illness my son was suffering from. I tried to post sporadically during his sickness, but it became too much at the time when I needed…

  • Baby,  Blogmas,  Christmas,  Creative Writing

    Christmas Lights through Baby’s Eyes

    My husband is super thoughtful, even on the days when it seems like we aren’t seeing eye to eye. Today I came home from work and went about our evening routine with getting the baby some dinner, reading to him, and playing a little before getting ready for bed. Once we headed upstairs to start bath time, I heard some pounding on the wall, like someone hammering. I went into the room and there he was, hanging up Christmas lights on the ceiling and the wall! I put our son down on the ground to play for a couple minutes while my husband finished the final touches. After, he turned…

  • Creative Writing

    Dom & John (Vol. II)

    My morning routine consists of a few stretches, some sharpening of my claws, and a partial bath (because I usually save the deep cleaning for the evening when I can use a human’s lap as a wash basin). If I don’t hear footsteps upstairs by the time I have finished preparing for the day, I will venture up there and loudly vocalize my distaste for their need to sleep in. Who really needs to sleep eight hours at a time? I know I don’t! That’s what “cat naps” are meant for during the day. These humans can just be so unproductive at night.???? Anyway… by the time my humans come…

  • Creative Writing

    Dom & John

    When they brought him into the house, never did he suspect that he’d be tasked with the challenge of residing with and helping to raise someone younger than he. After all, he was only four months old at the time, what life experiences did he have that he could possibly teach to someone else? Apparently, it doesn’t take much to show someone else the ropes around here. The name is John, John the Cat. Some would describe me as an oddly shaped, long haired grey and white kitten. My front legs are shorter than my back legs and therefore makes me look like a hot rod car with my back…