Truffle photos

Earlier in the year we attended a benefit for Truffle's animal shelter, and participated in their silent auction. One of the items we won was a b&w pet portrait with a photographer, who also happened to be one of the shelter managers.

We decided to have the photo taken of Truffle (since it was his shelter, after all), and scheduled the photo session for last weekend.

It took quite some time to coax him out, and the first set of photos were taken with him on my lap. Eventually he did pose for some stand-alone shots, although I don't think he'll ever be a fan of flash photography.

Anyway, here are a few photos from his photo session, while they're still online. You can see some of his apprehension on his face in a few of them. We are deciding between #4 and #5.

Bunting

I've been playing around with making bunting out of fabric scraps. I can imagine using this as a eco-friendly party decoration (in place of the fragile paper streamers that invariably get mangled after a single use) or to make a child's room feel festive and fun. You could glue on felt letters to spell out names or celebratory phrases as well if you liked.

Bunting in its natural habitat ;)

In the pink

...and here is the chosen pink. Click to see a larger version.




Now I just have to sew it together and figure out the border!

Pajamas

I whipped up a pair of flannel pajama bottoms the other day. The pattern couldn't be easier, just four pieces of fabric and a drawstring, and would be a perfect first sewing project for a beginner.

I used a sweet baby elephant fabric. If you can't go whimsical with your PJs, when can you?

Kitty noses

Finny always made the most hilarious, horrified faces when he smelled something he thought was too strong. Be it something pungent like garlic, or something bracing like citrus or mint, anything with a strong scent earned his trademark grimace.

Onions were probably his least favorite of all. So when we went out to look at kitties (back when we got Echo and Eisa) and I had oniony hands, I worried the sulfuric scent would drive all the cats away.

Preoccupied with this concern, it was the first thing I mentioned when we arrived. The woman just looked at me. "My cats don't mind," she said - and she was right, nobody in the place could have cared less.

I never did find a fragrance that he liked. He himself usually just smelled like warm fur (very different than Echo, who smells like fresh bread when she is healthy).

Even today, now that Echo and Eisa are very familiar with the way we smell, a new fragrance barely warrants more than a polite sniff. I haven't figured out Truffle's nose prefs yet.

Edited in August to add:

Truffle's ratings of a few perfume oils:

1) jasmine (kept sniffing)
2) frankincense (sniffed a few times)
3) bergamot (sniffed, looked skeptical)
4) lavender (sniffed, pulled back)
5) sweet orange (sniffed, cried out, ran away)