I’ve been shamelessly neglecting my home in favor of getting my coach back on the road, but never fear… the cats have been keeping up their end of things. I suppose I should be polite and introduce my furry little masters roommates -
Spook was a 3 month old kitten at the Plano pound when I adopted him 5 years ago. He’s my boy and I get pretty stupid about him. LR refers to him as my boyfriend due to his attention whore tendencies. Now he surveys his kingdom from the dash.
B.B. was my solution to Spook getting upset about staying in my apartment by himself for long hours. She was intended to be his pet. She never got that memo. She was only 4 weeks old when my mom brought her to me from a litter of free kittens, even though they insisted she was 6 weeks. We had to bottle feed her and Spook taught her the rest. I am the only creature she actually likes, but she’s very loyal. I also suspect that her daddy was her grandpa and her mom may have been her aunt. She’s special… and living proof you get what you pay for.
They both have enough Manx blood to have only stubs of tails, which every vet I’ve taken them to has had to make a joke about. It doesn’t help that B.B.’s is a little longer and obviously crooked. I swear I’ve never shut either one of them in the door.
They pass judgement on all flat surfaces and upholstery…
This couch configuration has since been swapped around to create a loveseat on the left with the sewing machine cabinet on the far right, and will be re-upholstered in the pale green fabric B.B. is napping on in the above picture. But before I moved anything I had the cats make sure it was cushioned thickly enough for their tender standards.
And the crappy little plastic machine is not a permanent resident. I have an old Kenmore going inside the cabinet and a Singer 221 that needs a little tweaking to be up and running. (I know, story of my life, right?)
But on to the more interesting of my projects! Lily’s current condition is not one I’m proud of, but I’m documenting it anyway.
MOLD on the north facing side.
And the surgery in progress…
And even though they would definitely need a trip to the machine shop, I have spare heads now.
And last but not least, the intake tiki -
I snapped a picture with my phone of the crop of seedlings across the bottom of the winsdhield but don’t have the right cable with me at the moment. I’ll add that as soon as I can.
For now I have to go peer at my scribbles and write out the patterns for two new amigurumi patterns, the tiki god above and a little bat.
