Yesterday morning we woke up and a little black cat ran straight into our house. Without a collar and a little bit skinny. He made himself at home all day, in and out of windows and lounging around on the daybed. I have been contemplating a pet for the small person for a while. If the vet tells me that this fuzzy little thing is homeless then we may make the move to adopt him as our own.... Zavian has already named him Cinderella.
Along with the skink in my laundry and the snakeskin I found out the front of my house and the possums that live in the roof it has been a week full of wild encounters!
I have been busy sewing all week, so I am going to take the weekend off to enjoy the sunshine and take my new bike for a spin.