02-21-13 Dirty House Cat

In most magazines, any felines are contentedly snoozing in some glittery ray of sunshine or gazing wisely from a perch on the back of an exquisite antique chaise lounge. Not in this house.

My drafty 1922 townhome is so cold that if I step in front of the fireplace, it diminishes the warmth enough to draw my cat’s ire. You may notice the hearth is in need of a new paint job, but I’m happy to say the pattern on the rug hides most of the cracker crumbs.