Cats a la Carte and a Story

Last week before we left for our getaway, a good friend had a major sale at her store that she was closing. Everything was pretty much "garage sale" prices. Needless to say, I found quite a few things. So much in fact that my sister and her husband had to go back that night with a pick-up to get the rest, for me.
I knew that I would keep this little wicker tea cart because I have a "thing" for white wicker. You haven't heard the story about me and white wicker. BUT, I brought it into the house to get it out of the way in the garage. I wasn't sure where to put it but the Dining Room made sense for the time being. Immediately it was covered in swarming cats. (I only have two, but they were swarming) They were all over it smelling all the fabulous nose tickling "smells".

This is as close to live action that I will get for awhile.

And of course Miss Jenkins always has to be the boss and smack Miss Wrigley.

So after this display it went into the Sunroom and I changed out a little table. I could see that the top of the curio cabinet was just too tempting, and I didn't want to come home to everything in a pile of tiny glass pieces.

Such is the life with cats.

OK, the story of white wicker. Many years ago when my husband was not

as tolerant of my shopping fetishes, we had a little "showdown".

We had lived in a larger house then moved to a smaller one.

I refused to sell a white wicker settee that HE found to be old and useless.

He let me know he would deal with it.

One day when I came home and pulled into the garage he had all my wicker

pieces roped together, hogtied and hanging from the ceiling of the garage.

Of course from the street it looked totally insane and sick.

Oh well, I finally broke down and sold them, just to avoid the embarassment.

But...we now have moved once more, into our larger house.

Ha Ha, I have many, many more now.

(fiendish laughter and rubbing of hands)

Ahhh... revenge is sweet.

Debra