vraeyda

Good food, fine wine, home-spun music and snuggle-worthy blankets. The fine things in life. Writing your lover poetry, reading something scientific just for the enjoyment of numbers and theories, watching a music video in silence. Getting lost in a concerto like a raver listening to a trance album. Allowing laugh lines and those few extra pound, because hey, you're gorgeous. Remembering that all good things are worthy of rememberance, even if they don't last. Sharpening skates, playing games and singing loud. Cuddling a bitey cat, because he wants to be cuddled and really - he likes it. Letting go of fear, and taking the plunge into an

So, I get in a drawing fit, and what happens? I share one picture with my friends and all of a sudden I'm some sort of artist and people start asking for submissions. Not too shabbey. Not that I'm much of any GOOD, but hey, if people like it, I will do 'em up.

I got a cat. He's a little grey kitten with tiger banding on his tail. His name is Bhaktorah, which means loyal tiger. He's a sweet and cuddly kitten, and my family is even getting used to him more quickly than I would have thought. Hopefully I'll be able to get my camera and take some pictures, but until then, he's got yellow eyes and a longer snout than his mother and sister. I love him so much, he comes and curls up in bed with me, sleeps on my lap, plays with my hair, perches on my shoulder, and plays on my desk when I'm on the comuter. Mwah! to my Kitty.