After a peaceful night - no little paws in our faces, no jumping on the bed - we were up to meet Casey for brunch at John's Place.
I had this outfit already planned prior to my closet swap-over (here if you missed it), so I didn't have to think too much.
- Velour hoodie - Juicy Couture, vintage 90s, thrifted; last worn here on a weekend trip to Powell River in August
- Sheer ruched top - no label, thrifted; last seen here under cerulean suede in September
- Silk skirt - Ralph Lauren, consignment; last worn here layered under my Halston Ultrasuede in May
- Shoes - Go Groovy Aubrey, Fluevog; last seen here in July for a trip to the dentist in leopard
I'd forgotten how exhausting a little kitten can be! I've never had two at once. Just to clarify, they are blood brothers. We've noticed they have a very strong connection and often mirror each other.
Hello to Donna, who stopped by our table at John's Place. Always great to meet a fellow Fluevog-lover!
I adore this skirt - it's so swooshy and pretty.
Whateley tried to climb my leg, so now it has a couple of tiny claw marks on it. Ah well, things are meant to be worn and used. We didn't linger in town, but came right home.
What kind of shenanigans would our "Whateley Crew" be up to while we were gone?
What kind of shenanigans would our "Whateley Crew" be up to while we were gone?
- Purse - Aimee Kestenberg, thrifted, Powell River
- Silk scarf - Alexander McQueen, vintage 00s, consignment, Vancouver
Bold bronze bling:
First wearing of the bronze/bone/wood necklace. I loved the weight of it.
- Bronze/stones cuff - Loren Hope, thrifted
- Gold-plated shark cuff - Tom Binns, 2012, consignment
- Leather heart pin - Smoking Lily
- Necklace - consignment; purchased here for $75.00
- Earrings - consignment
- Brass rings x 2 - vintage 70s, vintage mall
- Bronze ring - P. Sarpaneva, vintage 70s, vintage expo
I usually read in bed while I have my first coffee. Someone decided to join me on Saturday morning.
"What are you doing?"
Such a cute face - Whateley is a very handsome cat.
Barnabas is our little pocket panther. He took right to the big scratching post and was watching the birds in the Garry Oaks.
"My spot."
That's a big NOPE, little buddy. We'll just move that somewhere less tempting for you.
Barnabas getting a good smell of the neighbourhood.
They both slept on here, both on this shelf and in the top tray.
They both slept on here, both on this shelf and in the top tray.
This is mostly roughhousing, not actual violence.
They are so lovely. I can't believe how (relatively) easy they are. Famous last words...
They are so lovely. I can't believe how (relatively) easy they are. Famous last words...
I want to make sure they are both used to being grabbed, cuddled and handled by humans.
Whateley selfie! I pop their claws in preparation for eventual regular clipping. Right now, they have tiny daggers. Both L's and my hands are turning into maps of scratches!
Whateley selfie! I pop their claws in preparation for eventual regular clipping. Right now, they have tiny daggers. Both L's and my hands are turning into maps of scratches!
We spent the day just being quiet, letting them get used to us and the house, and hung out playing board games in the evening so they could learn our routines.
We were completely boggled at how quickly they adapted to being in our home. Here they are snoozing on L's couch in the afternoon.
You can see Barnabas' white blazes here, under his arms and legs. They completely crashed in the evening while we played board games. We were concerned about them going after the game pieces - Vizzini's legacy is mangled pieces with toothmarks in them.
We needn't have worried. They didn't go after our snacks, two lamps have been knocked askew, and gently dissuasion not to hop on the table actually worked.
We needn't have worried. They didn't go after our snacks, two lamps have been knocked askew, and gently dissuasion not to hop on the table actually worked.
Off to enjoy an afternoon of watching the leaves fall, snuggles and zoomies (including climbing the curtains).