The Dollhouse

When all three of us had established a routine, my girl decided to build a dollhouse. As I’ve written before, she is insane and will admit it. I wasn’t interested in getting close to the dollhouse. So, I stayed back and meditated. My girl is typically active and doing something. She typically has some kind of project going on. It wasn’t anything new with her. Spot and Isis had to get up close to see what my girl was doing.

They had to watch. I don’t know why they had to watch, and they both thought she built the dollhouse just for them. As you can see from the pictures, they both liked the dollhouse my girl put together by herself. I’m no judge of crafting, so I can’t tell you how good or how bad it turned out. All you have is the pictures to base your own judgements on.

At least Spot and Isis liked the dollhouse my girl built. I was never into toys as those two were. I prefer to ponder and meditate. So, you can see why I don’t care for those two whenever they attacked me. I’d asked them to leave me alone, but nope, those young ones just had to play with me too. It was much better when they played together and left me alone.

My girl loves dollhouses. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. But she had fun with this project. She decided to build it even though there were three of us living with her. I watched from afar. I didn’t care to get close and check it out. Both Spot and Isis had to check it out as she was building it.

I don’t know where they got an idea like that. Not from me. They got close and watched her build it. They got so close they were nearly in her way. They weren’t afraid of what she was doing. It was quite a sight. I can’t tell you if she did a good job or not. I didn’t inspect it or test it out.

But Spot did. He got top of the dollhouse more than once. He would jump on it and it held together. You have to understand he was bigger than I was when he was fully grown. And bigger than Isis. Unbelievable. I don’t think he ever grew up. He is just a big kitten and probably will be all the way to the end of his life.

It was a big dollhouse and to me it wasn’t that great of a thing in our home. But Spot and Isis both liked it. Well, so much the better for them. My girl was proud of herself for building it all by herself. Although I could tell she was frustrated by it. She’d complain the instructions weren’t written well. She’d complain about her crafting skills. Yet, even I have to admit, it was quite an accomplishment for her.

She is a writer. So, she would know how well the instructions were written. I wouldn’t know. I never read the instructions. But she was happy to build such a thing in front of us. I can’t even complain about this project other than the noise. It made her happy. It helped to keep Spot and Isis occupied and entertained. My family was there and yet kind enough to let me have some peace. That’s all I care about.