Be like the bluebird

This weekend my family is hosting our fourth annual pig roast on our property. It’s a big outdoor shindig with lots of family and friends and good eats.  It’s also a great opportunity for my dad to get all riled up around a lot of people and for my mom to stress out and spend too much money; any good family event should include these two things at the very least. I always come home the night before so I can help run errands the day of before guests arrive, and that’s where I am right now, home with my parents.

There are a few really great things about being home that I always miss:

• Friskie. My wonderful, obnoxious, needy cat has been my baby for well over a decade and I’ve loved him with my whole heart for just as long. He has a hard time jumping and he sleep a lot, but his coat is still shiny and he’s just as frisky as ever. My baby.
• Food. Ain’t nothing beats home cooking.
• Sleep. For whatever reason, I sleep so much better at home than I do in Seattle. Usually what happens is I come home, spend a little time chatting with my parents, then fall asleep on the couch; and it’s always the best nap I’ve ever had.

Friskie, my darling kitten