oh, november.

...you can start cooling down like real fall weather anytime, so that Spur will stop trying to escape the 80-degree temps by climbing in the fridge.*

*He really does climb in the fridge, and he goes all the way to the back and lays down, just like this photo**, but we don't let him stay in for long. Just long enough to laugh at him.

**No produce was harmed in the making of this photo.

xoxo.

spur gets a house.

Last weekend, we took some boxes we had hanging around and made Spur a little house to play in (pathetic, I know). He loved it.

Isn't he the cutest? I can't resist!

I also snagged a pallet from work that I'm planning to do something crafty with, but in the meantime, it's Spur's hideout. 

#bestbuds

xoxo.

meet spur.

A few weeks ago, Landon surprised me with a little something...

...and we call him Spur.

xoxo.

saying goodbye to our sweet little snook.

I came home Friday to some very sad news for us, that our sweet little kitty, Snook, has gone to kitty heaven (which, for clarification, doesn't actually exist, but we'll pretend). From what we can conclude, he must have eaten something poisonous and it was too much for his little body. It's only been two months since we adopted him, but he really became our little buddy and both Landon and I are very sad to lose him. 

Whenever I woke up in the morning or came home from work each afternoon, Snook would crawl in my lap and nudge my chin with his nose. He always snuggled into my lap when I was working on my laptop. Sometimes we took naps together. Sometimes he liked to crawl into the bathroom sink. He was such a sweet, affectionate and cute little kitty, and I'm sad to lose what had become such a companion for me. 

As I told a friend the other day, we all have things we wish we were better at, and for me it's being generous and hospitable. Snook, as cheesy as it might sound, allowed me to care for him and be generous and hospitable to him. And that vulnerability doesn't sound so good now that he's gone, but I know that it's what we're supposed to do with our lives. Open our hearts, let the needy in (not just kitties, people too!), and meet their needs as we can.

So to our favorite little kitty, we miss you dearly. Thanks for brightening our days, ruining all of my curtains (you're forgiven), and helping me to open up. 

Instead of doing something productive this weekend, I made this to make myself feel better. You might think I'm ridiculous, but you wouldn't call out a grieving cat lady, would you?

xoxo.

four things for your friday.

1. How gorgeous are these Japanese Enamel Kettles? I love the colors.

2. I'm pretty sure my family would disown me if I put Snook in this pointed collar, but it sure is tempting. Have you ever seen a more distinguished looking cat? This one is a close second.

3. DIY black-toed pumps? Sign me up! Although I rarely wear heels, I might start if I had a pair I painted myself.

4. I love this white striped wood carrier. I'm really into white with natural wood lately.

Happy weekend!

xoxo.

life lately: snook's portrait session.

 Isn't he the cutest? We sure like him. Currently, he's chasing chasing rain drops in vain as they fall down the window screen, skittishly ramming his head into the window each time. We're not planning to stop him anytime soon. 

Okay, so Snook didn't really have a formal portrait session, but I thought I'd share some more pictures of him since he's already looking less kitten-ish. 

Also, Landon added a Quiksilver sticker to his dish to make him feel more masculine (stickers=masculine?). Actually, it's so that we know to never eat from that piece of tupperware again. 

Long live Snook!

xoxo.

the weekend [ptl].

Friday, is that you? Is that really you? I can't believe the weekend is here.

Wanna know how I feel about it?

...

So happy I could just fling myself onto a moving train.

Okay, so there was actually no flinging involved in this photo and the train wasn't moving, but I am happy for the weekend. This has been a long, long, tiring week and I'm ready to relax!

And hang out with these two...

Happy Friday and happy weekend!

xoxo.

weekend highlights.

Landon was gone from Thursday through Sunday night for a track meet, so Snook and I held down the fort for the weekend. Our weekend consisted of (1) starting to part my hair down the middle for the first time since 7th grade; (2) kitty snuggles; (3) chocolate chip cookie making (recipe here); (4) Snook discovering that crawling into a grocery bag (through a tiny hole that we cut the DQ coupons on out of!) is a GREAT hideout spot; (5) chocolate chip cooking indulging; (6) more kitty snuggles

We welcomed Landon back at 7pm last night, I'm so happy to have him home for the next two weekends!

How was your weekend?

xoxo.

because it's monday...

...and most of us would probably prefer to be napping like Snook.

Happy Monday!

xoxo.

life lately: meet snook [the story of how we kinda, sorta, definitely adopted a kitty].

So, I'm not really a cat person. We couldn't have them growing up since my mom, sister and brother are allergic to cat hair, so we had the best outside dog that has ever stepped foot on this earth instead. But last week, we noticed the sweetest little stray kitty on our street who was just meow-ing and meow-ing for some food.

So we gave it some cream. And the rest is history. 

On Sunday afternoon, we decided it was time to give the kitty a name. Landon had the brilliant idea to bring out a map of Texas, drop a sharpie on it, and whatever city the sharpie landed on would be the kitty's name. Lo and behold, there is a SNOOK, Texas. Which is just one tiny letter away from Snooki, but I didn't ask to drop the sharpie again for fear that we'd end up with a name like "Stephenville" or "Buffalo Gap". So Snook it is. And is it any coincidence that Snook has the same coat of fur as Zeb (the aforementioned best dog ever)? I think not.

And sometimes, we find it napping in the neighbors yard.

Let me rephrase that.

Sometimes we find it napping in the booster-seat-on-top-of-four-tires in our neighbors yard. Naturally.

Well, Snook, we really like you, and I think your stomach would say the same for us. Thanks for being the best cat I've encountered since my BFF's big-bellied feline, Whiskers. I think we'll do well together, once you learn that the curtains are, in fact, not a rope swing.

xoxo.

P.S. Snook is fast asleep in my lap as I type this. Presh.