Some New Year’s resolutions are better than others
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I resolve to read all of the green books in the house. (Happy New Year!)
Memories of Christmas Past
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, a bat convinces me not to decorate for Christmas. Merry Christmas, y’all.
Throwback Thursday: The Five-Year-Old makes her Christmas list
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the Five-Year-Old sings a letter to Santa.
Happy 4th of July!
Happy 4th of July! We’re going to take a few days off here at Caterpickles Central to enjoy the summer and maybe learn a few things about vintage cars. ‘Tis the season for vintage cars, after all.
Thank you for spending another year reading Caterpickles
My daughter didn’t have any new questions about Santa this year (sniff! she’s growing up), so here’s a collection of your favorite holiday posts from years past. Thanks for reading Caterpickles.
Another year gone already?
Well, you’ve done it again. Spent another year reading Caterpickles, and I am profoundly grateful for it. I know what I was curious about this year,…
Merry Christmas, from all of us at Caterpickles Central
May your Cat TV be merry and bright this holiday season! Thanks for spending time with us at Caterpickles this year. Related Links: More Christmas posts…
“What’s a sugar plum, and why does it get its own fairy?”
The holidays have finally struck here at Caterpickles Central. I wasn’t entirely sure it was going to happen this year, seeing as how there are still flowers blooming outside our front door, but I chaperoned The Ten-Year-Old’s field trip to see The Nutcracker last week, and now I’ve got questions about sugar plums dancing in my head. What is a sugar plum, and why does it get its own fairy?
Do you know what day it is?
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Throwback Thursday: The Four-Year-Old writes Elvis
The Ten-Year-Old has been an Elvis fan for at least six of her ten years. There have been a few rocky points in their relationship, however. Like that time The Four-Year-Old learned that Elvis didn’t really like cats. And the day she discovered that she didn’t really like his Christmas album. So she wrote — or rather had me type — this letter to Elvis giving him a bit of timely advice.
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