MEET MOE the other white cat.
As you can no doubt tell from the professional quality of the shot, this is his creche picture, taken at the cat rescue place. He has been with us since Saturday — we think. That is to say, we’ve heard squeaky mews in an unfamiliar voice and the rumble and hiss of a realigning feline social order. Him, we haven’t seen so much. Accordingly, it’s been kinda hard to catch him in action with a camera.
Also hindering cat photography is the fact that I’ve been feeling like schnitzel warmed over for the last couple of days. I think I’m recovering and will be back at work at the Patch Factory Tuesday and should be able to post some bloggage Wednesday. Apologies for the lightweight blogging, but I think what I’ve had constitutes a good excuse.
Since I basically slept from Saturday night until Monday afternoon, I really don’t know what’s going on. I’ll need to catch up anyway.
I’m also about >||< this close to finishing the drawers. Amazing things learned: a weekend's work will extend out to a month's-worth at the slightest provocation; nobody else cares about your project as much as you do; enough disasters will wear down your perfectionism every time. I may expand on those sometime in the future, but right now, I'm off to bed. Sleep tight.