Monday, Monday

For some reason, Monday is the day I change the sheets, dust, vacuum, etc. Because of that it is also the day that I change out quilt displays, either the ones on the wall or the ones on the my bed. So what you can see in this picture is the process kind of midway with Max claiming the "Princess and the Pea" bed as his own. You can see, if you look carefully, seven quilts in this photo. What you cannot see is the quilts I removed from that bed and put elsewhere or stacked on the rocking chair just out of the photo range to replace on the bed in order to get the two quilts I wanted from the collection. Also visible is the bottom part of a painting by an American artist named Richard Deyber titled "The Ox-Bow Incident" and the piles of books that stack up in this, my guest bedroom.

Ordinarily the quilts are not visible, except some of their bottom edges. They get layered, then covered with a commercial quilt (to the right in the photo with the pillows and shams) and then some blankets and a large terry cloth towel to protect them from the animals who choose to sleep here. I don't like the look of fold lines in quilts so I either roll them or put them on the bed in this room so they can be flat. Once a week they get shaken out to get the dust off and then covered again. I suppose when I die someone will have to figure out what to do with all of them.

Max is a Maine coon cat. He is mostly hair though certainly bigger than the average house cat at about 19 pounds. He was the runt of his litter so he will never get as big as his siblings or his father. You can just barely see the tufts on his ears, like a bobcat. All of my cats are personality plus but this one is a real character. He thinks he is a dog and can't understand why he isn't allowed on our daily walks with his canine companions. Coon cats don't have much in the way of voices, they sort of warble unless they are very angry.