Every year when the tree is up, Pink comes out of hiding to enjoy sitting beneath it. She's never bothered the ornaments nor tried to drink the water from the bucket; she just admires it. I just checked to see what time it was that I took this...I should have guessed that the kids were in bed...
We all should find some time to enjoy the beautiful moments in this holiday, to relax and take a lesson from a cat...
This is perfection, Louise. Pink thinks to herself, "Finally they have done something that makes sense - hang shiny things! What a work of art they have created!" Fav!
For someone who believes that she was a cat in a former life I am surprisingly not very good at relaxing!! This is such a lovely shot....did you see Karma under my tree? She loves to hide under it, and prefers her dinners there, too.....she thinks the twinkling lights are for ambience!! BTW, how did a black cat get the name pink?!
@ethelperry Thanks Ethel! Yes, I nearly always bought hand-crafted ornaments over the years, and was a member of the Embroider's Guild, where we exchanged hand-made ornaments. That green owl is from '69, the year we were married. I drew my own designs and embroidered at least a dozen ornaments. Visiting my daughter in Chicago, I noticed many of them have traveled there to her tree...a compliment and a legacy to pass along...she, too, is an adept needle-worker...
@panthora A favorite poem I can remember as far back as when I was about six...
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
'I'll ask my mother,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
'Two friends together,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So 'See you later,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
'Dear little Tat,' says Pinkle Purr
.
Alan Alexander (A.A.) Milne
I was looking through your photos for Karma, but (this is hard to imagine, I know...) I somehow got side-tracked... Loved what I did get to see...want to send me the link? Merry Christmas, dear friend!
Wouldn't it be nice to have the time to just sit and stare at the lights and shiny ornaments on the Christmas tree? Love the calmness and relaxed feel of this photo.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
'I'll ask my mother,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
'Two friends together,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So 'See you later,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
'Dear little Tat,' says Pinkle Purr
.
Alan Alexander (A.A.) Milne
I was looking through your photos for Karma, but (this is hard to imagine, I know...) I somehow got side-tracked... Loved what I did get to see...want to send me the link? Merry Christmas, dear friend!