I attended a Year of the Monkey Feng Shui workshop a couple of weeks ago in preparation for the Lunar New Year. I treated two of my offspring to this experience. One of them was my Monkey child, the last of the line and my “baby”. He likely doesn’t read this blog so I can freely call him that here without being scolded.
According to the advice of the Feng Shui Master, I moved things around a bit in the dining area and living room. It felt good if only for a change of scenery and to whittle away at the book cases again.
I even splurged on the recommended water fountain. Miss Geneva Tabby once again was not pleased with the changes.
I appealed to her majesty that this was seen as good energy and that nothing had to change for their window seats.
Ah, cats. Do you have to deal with such attitude in your home?
Thanks for dropping by. Please visit the blog for my novel The Year of the Rabbit too.
T
Shewrite63 
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