Literally my favorite thing is water and it’s SO good for your body so DRINK YOUR WATER.
A good rule to follow is to drink half of your body weight in ounces. So say you weigh 160lbs, you should be drinking 80 ounces in water ever day! It may seem like a lot but once you start doing this regularly it will become easier and your body will thank you I’m so many different ways! Trust me!
Get your self a good water bottle and start drinking!! #randfit#fitforfall
This is Sketch's exit stage left shot as he saunters his gaunt John Wayne stagger far far away on the last day of winter. I realised earlier in the week that an Ode to Sketch really shouldn't be usurped by one of his siblings. He deserves his own place. I swear I'll stop after this. Or try. Healing seems to demand this homage amongst several other strings to the Super Sketch Hyper Cat bow.
Sketch's ghastly obsession with the putrid, arguably healing, waters of Zen Swamp (Thanks to the ducks, the pond has become a turgid green body of rank which will shortly be fixed with a biological filter in progressive parts. Hello Quackponics! But I digress...) sees his tombstone sit adjacent so they never need be separated again. .
I would have to go out each night before bed in his last winter just passed, he would be sitting out there statuesque but covered in slime. Scooping up his now ethereal body I would tut "you'll freeze to death out here" & bring him back inside in front of the burning wood stove. More often than not he'd be wet & covered in algae. We'd just curl up on the couch as is & spoon to sleep nestled in with other kitties. I washed him a handful of times but like clockwork he'd be found in Swamp Cat mode with a dripping all over moss mohawk. Cat Hospice mode for the cabin was an enduring blend of antisocial aromas including a constant influx of kilos upon kilos of kangaroo as food...Needless to say we didn't entertain much. And still don't as I have surrendered happily into the crazy cat lady mantle. .
Anyway he fucking loved this pond. His reflection lives on forever in the deep. Probably with a bunch of his DNA from all those previous fall ins, possibly involuntary damp defenstrations. Who knows perhaps he'll reincarnate as the mewing Creature of The Black Lagoon sometime soon? I'll keep the fire burning & the kangaroo steak on ice.
For Liselle: a mixed-media portrait of Mama Biddy 🐈. Two years ago, this cat, named after Freddy Mercury 🎼 for her overbite, helped her through breast cancer 🎗and then this last year, she helped Liselle through ovarian cancer. Aren't cats awesome? 💓💓 Double tap to like! 💓💓
Almost surreal— except that he’s got something in his nostril 😂😂 He’s a Sebastopol Goose! “In German, they are called Lockengans or Struppgans, meaning "curl-goose" and "unkempt goose".” (Info from ye ole Wikipedia)