The birthday celebration continues! (as well it should!) Thank you all for your thoughts and well wishes to me and to Aslan, who's head is completely swollen now with everyone praising him. He got to do everything he wanted yesterday (let's face it, he's a cat in my house, life isn't exactly hard) and I left him this morning with one of his cat toys (he asked nicely, still having impeccable manners) which I usually leave marinating in dried catnip leaves from our own plant. When last I saw him, he was bravely defending it from Trevor, who had his own toy. As any fool knows, the catnip is always zippier on the other side of the livingroom.

I also got in the mail another little birthday gift to myself, which took a month to arrive.

It looks a bit ominous there, but at least the shot shows the curls in the ceramic wool. Here's a better shot, with another little cutie thrown in for scale (he was actually inspecting it for food or explosives, but doesn't "for scale" sound impressive?)

It's a sheepy bank, and a large one, in which all my spare change will go. When it's full, I'll empty it out and buy a Norman Hall spinning wheel! (okay, I'll empty it four or five hundred times before I can buy a Norman Hall spinning wheel, but it's the thought that counts.)

And since you had several Aslan pics yesterday, and one Trevor shot today, it's only fair that Oscar get in on the action. I took this shot a few days ago, because he had apparently been playing Cowboys and Indians while I was at work. Check out his war paint!


You know, it just occurred to me that I never got birthday cake. A good husband would've gotten me baklava, don't you think???