We had a visit Monday afternoon from a cute little flea infested grey eyed kitten. Tuesday morning it was gone. We didn’t really want another cat, but…it was so cute and friendly… and I spent quite a bit of time picking fleas off the dang thing already. It was infested.
We ended the day leaving it outside and saying that if it was still around the next day we would bring it in.
Apparently there is some kind of strange helpless animal connection that I have, particularly with lost kittens, and it is even more profound when they find me. In a pet store, like we were in just last Sunday, I dont worry about the little critters and have no inclination to take anything home. But when one shows up at the house, yalping for a friend, I have a really hard time leaving them on their own.
So, We woke up Tuesday morning wondering what happened to the kitten overnight. There was no sign of it. Stina looked around in the morning and was in and out of doors doing yard stuff all day. At some point I decided to head out to the studio, still thinking about the kitty, and when I got to the door I heard a faint little yalp. Kitty was sitting in the ivy under a tree in the back yard.
I decided enough with the hesitating, its a young life at stake and we're just playing around, so I took it out to the vet, got it de-flead, checked up, and it's first round of shots out of the way. It's a little girl with no problems and a really fine attitude.
I had been down on myself about not acting when I needed to and I saw it as a major blow to the gods of procrastination to get all the kitten issues taken care of.
‘Sleepin in the Devil’s Bed’
This morning started off with good wishes and intentions. The plan was that I would get a good chunk for artwork out in the studio, but I should have known better. It was a set-up.
I am often hesitant to spend too much time working in the studio. As an artist that just makes no sense. I’m lucky enough to actually have a studio in the first place, and then to be hesitant about being in it…
The horrible truth is that there is always a guilt trip waiting for me when I emerge. Lw will spend her time busting her ass out in the yard for hours on end, whatever the reasons she is compelled to do that, I have no problem with it. I'll even help if she asks. But yesterday she informed me that she shouldn't have to ask. I guess I'm still way behind on manifesting psychic powers, and that pisses her off too.
My problem is that I have been trying to get more and more painting done in less time, and unfortunately, like yard work, there is always more to do. The big difference is that I get a lot of shit for everything that I didn’t do while I was busy working on my art.
I told myself that I would just be honest in these writings and I’m trying, but I just hate the bitching and the accusations from out of the blue. Especially at the end of a day in the studio, when I'm in a good mood about having finally gotten some painting done. That really sucks.
Thank God for cute little kitties.
Hanna Mae, pictured above holding kitty in a death grip, has agreed that Kiki will be an acceptable name for the critter. She didn't like any of the names we suggested to her, and when asked what a good name for the kitten would be she would only suggest "Boy" or "Girl."
Glad that is cleared up.