So far our attempts to slow down and relax in the new year have failed. Not that we mind just yet, since we’re used to this self-imposed frenzied but the first two weekends of January have included sweet nothings like “Lets relax this weekend” and “I promise I won’t start any new big projects this weekend”. These empty promises were of course promptly followed by an evening run to Ikea for a few utterly essential house project supplies, and an elaborate day-long cooking plan for a much-anticipated dinner party with new friends… and of course, very little relaxing.
The cats, however have really appreciated this last weekend of sunny January weather. They’ve really committed themselves fully to their sun-worshipping routine, and I envy them for it. Although it has been a little chillier in the city than we’re used to, it has been bright and clear every day. When they aren’t napping, all the cats have been a tad spicier than their usual spicy feline selves. Muuli and Neebu have been wrestling daily, and Lucca has been very vocal in his attempts to make us feed him every time we walk into, or near the kitchen (so far, not working).
And Sofia. Sofia has recently renewed all of her motherly instincts towards two small stuffed animals she loves (a stuffed kitten, and a gorilla holding a banana). Motherly love for Sofia means vigorous bathing of said stuffed babies, and lots of vigorous and VOCAL cries to let everyone in the house know that yes, she has her babies in her mouth, and they are on the move. We’ve been waking up to her mothering nearly every night for a week, as she moves her babies from one room to the next. She abandons the babies by morning though, and would never dare to let us catch sight of her caring for her babies. We have for now, decided that Sofia can only be a daytime nanny to her babies, since I’ve taken to hiding her babies at night. I may be a jerk, but I do like my sleep.