All posts tagged: Felicity

I only think I own my stash

In reality, it’s all Felicity’s. She knows it too.  Just look at her: I open up my red fabric box for just a minute, and what does she do?  Come and sit on it!  And refuse to move! You may recognise the top fabric as the lining for the nougat corset. What do you think of the bottom fabric?  I’m torn about it.  It’s a reproduction of an early-mid 19th century cotton from the International Quilt Study Centre & Museum  in Lincoln, Nebraska.  I found it on sale here in NZ and snapped up 6ish metres before realising that it’s actually kinda hideous and repulsive.  But also appealing at the same time. So what do you think about a tomato red with mustard and black print?  And what on earth should I do with it?

Felicity & fish

Felicity has cute eating habits. For the most part, she’s only interested in cat food. She turns up her nose at all human food, no matter how tempting it seems. Salmon, both canned and fresh, steak, chicken, bacon, venison, cream: all sorts of seemingly delicious tidbits have been offered to her, and rejected. You can leave any food on the counter at our house and know it will be untouched when you return With one exception. Felicity loves tuna. Amazingly, her love of tuna includes both fresh yellowfin tuna imported from Fiji, various canned tunas, and dried & flavoured Japanese tuna seasonings. If it’s tuna, she’s all over it. And, unfortunately, all over us as we try to eat it. Of course, she’s so darn cute that a lot of the time we give in and give her some!    

Felicity’s favourite things: naptime

Felicity has a few favourite things: bottle tops and tuna fish, wool blankets, and naptime. Specifically, naps with me.  Mr Dreamy doesn’t nap often enough to make it worth her while to get excited about. Felicity loooooooooooves napping with me.  If she thinks it is the right time of day, and there is a chance I might nap (something I do once or twice a week), she hopefully follows me into the bedroom every time I head that way. I took a nap yesterday, and she definitely felt I was long overdue for one. As I was unpinning my hair she twined around my ankles, mewing encouragingly. As I moved to take all the pillows off the bed (yes, I’m a pillow pile-er) she stood on the edge of the bed in a pose that usually indicates that she is demanding pets.  Did she want a pet?  Nope!  As I reached out for her she moved out of reach just fast enough for me to end out spread over the bed.  Just where she wanted …