Really, he does.

My cat has a thumb.

Really.  A cat thumb.

I need to stand that cat on a glass table or something and take a picture from underneath so you can truly understand the incredible oddness of Dipper’s paws. First off, obviously, he has thumbs. He has two claws on each thumb – one at the top and one that juts out the side. This gives him a total of six claws on each of his front feet, which are enormous, by the way. They are truly a wonder. And while his thumb isn’t as strong as a human thumb, he is able to grip with it and I find myself daydreaming about all the things we could teach him to do given the fact that he has thumbs. And while we’re talking about oddly gifted and strange cats, let me tell you about Mabel. She loves to climb and has scaled to heights in our house no cat has ever reached and if you know me at all you know we’ve had a shit ton of cats which means I know what I’m talking about when I tell you Mabel is an exceptional climber. She is mesmerized by all the things high up, like the ceiling fans, particularly the pull strings. She sits beneath them and gazes up so often and with such intensity that now and then we have to pick her up and hoist her above us so she can bat them around. I wonder if she believes we put them there especially for her and if so, does she think one day she’ll grow big enough to reach them on her own? Does she think that perhaps we used to have giant cats that played with them?

These are the things I am thinking about when I’m trying not to think about the news. I’ve also been cross-stitching.

Jack and I planted some sunflower seeds. We thought it’d be fun to have a sunflower or two in the house this winter. We’d planted seeds from the same packet last spring and they grew to be about 12 feet tall outside. I’m not sure how these will do in the house, but they’re off to a great start.

Sunflower sprouts

It’s been pretty gloomy this past week. Planting some bright, yellow flowers seemed like a nice antidote. And it made me think of a sign I saw from the Women’s March that read: They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds. (Here’s an interesting article about the source of that ditty.)

Our Mabel cat has discovered our resident Peeping Tom. Her name is Lizzie.

Mabel meets Lizzie

My mom is the only one to ever touch Lizzie and that happened at the vet after we had captured her to have her fixed. She won’t get close to us, except when we’re in the house. She loves to watch us through the window. She is endlessly interested, but completely terrified by us. I’m not sure what this says about us.

Liza Donovan "Hear Our Voice"

Thank you to all who are there in person. There are so many of us supporting you from home.

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