wash, dry, fold

there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.

i have a cat. her name is anna frank, but nobody calls her that, everybody calls her tuly.

she was named anna frank because at first, when she decided to adopt us, we still had two dogs (that’s for another post) and she used to live in a box behind the blinds. every time our dogs would come sniff the area, i would close the blinds and tell them there’s no one there. eventually we all lived happily together.

here she is in my red envirosax shopping bag: