Day 17: My Favorite Memory

Ok, seriously.....who came up with this list of 30 days of blogs?
How am I supposed to decide what my favorite memory is?
That's like having to decide what my favorite pair of shoes is.....
or my favorite purse.....

A pair of my boots and my red purse

I truly think that this one is just impossible for me to decide upon, so.....I'm not going to.
Instead,
I'm going to tell you about a memory that always makes me smile...

I have a cat named Jake who I've had since he was just a wee, little, tiny thing.

Jake next to a teacup saucer in the bathtub.

He weighed all of 6 oz. when I got him.
He had no teeth.....
his eyes were barely open....
the vet that I first took him to told me not to expect him to live.
He was just too tiny.

My little man.

Well, survive he did.
Not only did he survive, he thrived.

He practically bounced off the walls he had so much energy.

Jake bouncing on the bed.

One day, after a long day at work, I came home and went to the bathroom that he was kept in (why he was kept in the bathroom is another story for another day)
and opened the door to find toilet paper strewn everywhere.....
and when I say everywhere,
I mean EV-ER-Y-WHERE.
The floor....the tub.....the towels on the towel racks.....the sink.....the vanity.....
and there.....
in the middle of the room....
stood my very proud, tiny, little kitten.
The look on his face was priceless.

It still makes me smile.


Remind me, sometime, to tell you about the time he landed in the toilet.......