. . . if your cats won’t even look you in the eye
marcel
My knight in white satin
#Caturday story
#Caturday confession on a Monday
When in doubt & feeling overwhelmed: Marcel + Tom
The male muse: an unaccountably rare thing
The male muse is an unaccountably rare thing in art.
Where does that leave female artists looking for inspiration?
~ Kate Christensen
Well, I’m a female artist currently working in close proximity to my male muse who is apparently lost in thoughts inspired by his whiteboard-muse. Inspiration comes in many forms.
Gotta respect the process.
Friday Haiku
Photobomb!
Editorial meeting
#Caturday Confession
Learning from the master
But if you really want to learn about life, get a cat.
The way I think people should relate to animals is with a cat.
Because the world is his.
~ James Cromwell
As I create this post, I’m perched on the edge of my chair so as to not interrupt Marcel’s nap. I briefly left the room and returned to find him curled up on the seat. The world truly does belong to him.
A room with a furry view
Yesterday I moved my writing desk from the living room into my weight room / standing desk room / ginormous whiteboard room. The animals are all a bit confused by the change, and are taking turns hanging out with me. Zoey and Emma were just underneath the desk where Zoey quivered in fright because of thunder while Emma slept on my feet.
This is Marcel from earlier in the day. Right after this photo was taken, he noticed his tail and started chasing it. Confession: I have yet to look away from a cat chasing his tail. I’m dialed into those feline hijinks for the duration, and will watch as long as the cat continues to act the fool.
The change in venue feels good for my writerly brain and psyche, but so far, the animal distractions are more than I bargained for.
Good thing there’s no such thing as climate change
In the last ten months, every house in our neighborhood got a new roof following a hailstorm last summer. In fact, roofers were working on a neighbor’s house minutes ago when the sky turned dark and another hailstorm blew in.

As Marcel watched, hail drifted up against the sliding glass door within minutes.
I’m very worried this storm just ruined all the new roofs. Again. I hope I’m wrong because otherwise there’s a whole lotta shingles headed for the landfill and a whole lotta hammering in our futures.
Now that you mention it
A photo to honor a friend’s good news today
Wordless Wednesday: Camouflaged Cat Edition
Curiouser and curiouser
When the going gets tough, the tough post #Caturday pics
Wordless Wednesday
Twofer Tuesday: lounge lizards
Marcel up top, watching me closely while Loki, down below, does his best impression of a narcoleptic. A much better photographer than me would be able to balance the harsh sunlight with the white fur and black fur. Makes me long for the days in the darkroom when I could dodge and burn the image. But because I should be working on my writing project rather than messing with this, I’ll let it go.
Apologies for the glare. (HA! I made a pun.)
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Friday Haiku
Wordless Wednesday: The ‘now what?’ edition
Synchronized sunbathing
Wordless Wednesday: Two Dudes Edition
Hello, Monday
Took a cue from Marcel, and spent the day reading and revising in our patch of sunshine.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.
~ Walt Whitman
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