Belonging
Brass frog soap holder... don't mind if I do! How on earth could I pass up such a treasure? I was absolutely thrilled to bring home Mr. Frog. I'm still not sure whether he'll spend his days holding a bar of soap or be promoted to some other important job in the kitchen, but either way, he settled into our home as if he'd always belonged here. Our sweet basement cat seems to be doing the very same thing... although she's still convinced that anyone who comes to the front door is a reason to disappear into hiding. Yesterday, we had a bit of a scare when the door was accidentally left open. Tim was immediately convinced she had made a run for freedom. I, on the other hand, was convinced she hadn't gone anywhere. The next few hours were an emotional roller coaster for Timothy. His imagination sped straight down Worst-Case Scenario Highway, while I kept trying to reassure him that this was a cat who had survived years on the mean streets. If anything, she'd mast...
