Friday, August 21, 2015
Things returned to normal mid-week. She chatters away to me all the time again, so I'm blissed out. I love mom's voice. I love the conversations we have regularly, even though I don't speak American Human. We understand each other completely. Interspecies communication ~ that's our thing.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
I've been resting a lot on mom's studio table. It's a good height for me, puts me at eye level with her. I can't jump up here directly though...I jump onto her computer table, then take a flying leap across the 3 foot span between the tables. Although I do dismount from here directly onto the floor. I can't go back the way I came because there's not enough of a flight path for me on the smaller table.
Anyhoo, I'm looking forward to mom painting again soon. Because I just love to walk across the table when there's wet paint. I'm pretty good about not stepping on any actual paintings, but I have stepped in paint on mom's palette more than once. She's fairly rigorous about shooing me off the table, but I always make sure to leave a few cat hairs behind. Which she then has to pull off her paintings with a tweezer...because they've become embedded in paint.