What could be better than on and off snoozing in one’s own kitchen island box, relaxed and uninterrupted, with early morning summer sunshine filtering onto one’s furs?
Nothing. You’ve got a good life going on there, Viola.
You know who else likes the early morning sunshine?
It’s melty season here at Colehaus, except it isn’t that hot. That doesn’t stop kitties from acting as though they were melting. Tessa’s a big drama queen on this subject; she’ll tell you that’s because she’s older than everyone else and has been through many, many more melty seasons than the others.
Here’s the problem: She’s only 4 months older than Quint. Oops, that excuse gets thrown out the open, breezy window. Just because we know this doesn’t stop her from acting like she knows and has experienced everything over Quint and Viola (who’s 1 year younger).
We laugh at this photo (NOT LAUGHING AT TESSA!) because her white eye brow whiskers make it look as though she has starry white whiskers for eyes.
In the off-off chance you think, just maybe, we switched Tessa’s glaring eyes with white whiskers, here’s her usual look and as usual, she’s glaring at us. See? Those white whisker eyes weren’t so bad now, were they?
Hello August! For once in a very long time, we’re happy to see you come along. We know, strange, huh? Well, June was nice and July was almost as nice, nice meaning it wasn’t broiling every single day. We’d like to believe you’ll bring nothing but nice weather the entire month too, but with you being August and all . . . let’s not count those chickens just yet.
Viola’s inspecting the very last of our blueberries before we freeze them for winter muffin-making. We’re so fortunate to have several food inspectors here at Colehaus. Tessa inspects every package of ground turkey and used to be head cheese taster until cheese got way too expensive. We think she misses it more than we do.
Viola, like Olivia before her, loves to get her eyeballs on any fruit we bring into the house. Unlike Olivia who politely left fruit to its own devices after inspection, Viola doesn’t stop there. Nope. So, the inspector has her own inspectors now and hardly any fruit ends up rolling away under the refrigerator. That makes Mom very happy.
