Silly kitten.

A new day, a new dingleberry move from Bro Bro.  This is the name of our largest cat.  It is hard to tell if he is the oldest, because he is a matched set of two sibling kittens that we adopted in September, Sissie being the other half of the equation.  They are one week shy of six months old.  Sissie is a dainty eater, and her form follows that fact.  BroBro’s other name is garbage cat.  He is forever looking for scraps and snacking opportunities.  Lest you believe we are underfeeding him his authorized food, well, I have a bridge I want to show you.  He is a typical teenage male…with an unlimited appetite for vittles and hijinx.  Sissie, to be sure, has her own issues which center primarily around the caboose hygiene subject, but I won’t get into that in this session.  At any rate, my dear husband just about had a heart attack when he looked up from watching cheesedoodles (what I call junkfood TV…e.g. Housewives of ‘fill-in-the-blank’ or anything about Ice Roads and Moonshine production) to see BroBro hanging off the second floor landing (between the stiles of the railing) by his two front paws.  Being that BroBro is a little piggy-kitten, he is meaty and strong and was able to claw his way back up to safety.  Sissie wisely chose to be an audience member, rather than a participant, in this misadventure.  For added excitement and giggles, directly below this railing is a marble console with my prized mid-century lamp pair, and a black iron armillary sphere in the center.  For those of you unfamiliar with an armillary, I will include a photo of one.  BroBro should find a better place to fall, unless he wishes to be skewered on my home deco objects d’arts.  Just, no.

On a serious note:  What happened in Connecticut today...  My whole being aches.  That something this horrific could happen—ever--makes my world tilt at a weird angle.  Like the creation of a black hole that warps the fabric of normalcy and decency and reality.  You can bet I hugged my son (until he was embarrassed) when I picked him up from school….he was blissfully unaware of the incident.  For now, the most I can do is throw extra love into the universe.  I send my thoughts and prayers of peace, healing and compassion to everyone.