Home, sweet home

Except for those two worrying days that I regretably put my SMS and everbody through, my days are spent in a little terrace house in an inner city suburb of Sydney. It consists of two storeys and an attic and a small courtyard at the back where I laze around and enjoy sunny days.

This is my 'bedroom'. Well, it's not exactly a room as it is actually on the second floor landing and has no door. The bed is really for overnight guest but since that's an infrequent occurrence, I have taken over. You can see my scratching post at the end of the bed.


Although I have a scratching post (which I rarely use), I prefer scratching the lounge.


This is the lounge room which opens to the street. I love sitting by the door watching traffic and people walking by.


Being an old house there is a working fireplace, which we hardly ever use. However, it's a good place to hang my Christmas stocking.


The stairs is my favourite spot to nestle and watch the household.


This is one of my favourite corners of the house - where my food and drinking bowls are. It is in the kitchen.


This is the table in the back courtyard. I sometime hop up there to inspect what SMS and her housemates have left on it. They must learn not to leave anything whappable there.