It's pretty clear to me now that I'm head over heels for old kitty art. Which reminded me that the last time I was in Michigan I picked up these super cheap victorian trade cards. Ever since then I've been scouring for more adorned with kittens, but they're so hard to come by.
My fluffy sweetpea has been loyally at my side all day and night. I brought out one of the quilts I'd found for dirt cheap at the flea market and she's already breaking it in, burrowing in and kneading it. I swear, she's so peculiar with old linens that I wonder if the wealth of past smells drives her a little nutty.