Friday and The Captain, snuggled on the sofa. This is right next to my spot and usually only The Captain will visit for pets and naps when I’m there. Friday does not like to visit me on the sofa, but she seems to be quite comfortable napping there without a human. I wonder if she decided to curl up there alone, then The Captain wanted some warm snuggles and came over and sat on her. He tends to do that.
When I give Friday enough attention, she likes to take my comfy office chair in the workshop. This way she can keep an eye on one of her humans, enjoy the space heater, and get more fur onto my quilt. HER quilt, I should say. Look at that thing!! I even cleaned off a kitten’s worth of hair from it earlier this week. Already worse than it was before. But, look at that sweet kitty face!
Now that it is winter, the cats seek warmth in non-sunshine related forms.
I found these small, fur lined cat pods in the Halloween clearance section. Slick has tried placing them in various spots around the house with no success, until now. This one is in the rock corner by the stupidly-undersized heat vent so the area is always slightly warm. Moxie, our smallest, but densest cat, loves it in there. Moxie is a ground fighter – when other cats go high, she goes low. This is perfect for her, it is on the ground, but raised up on the rock platform, it is in a corner and the overhang means no other cats can get above or behind her. The fur doesn’t touch her or irritate her sensitivity and she gets the most warmth in the whole room. Complete win for Moxie.
Slick and I have slightly differing schedules. By the time he gets up, I’m deleting emails at work. On weekends, he sleeps in. This means that while the cats have been fed and I’m in the workshop on my second coffee, he is still abed. This drive Moxie NUTS! Slick is Moxie’s favorite human, in large part because Slick puts up with her fussy bullshit. On a weekend late morning, I often get a workshop visit from Moxie, which is otherwise unusual. Her pitiful mews (pronounced “ow” – no “me” to it) lead me upstairs to open the bedroom door. This time I took a pic of her joy at being reunited with Slick. She pushed herself under the covers and began grooming his beard while he was still asleep. Between her sharp tongue and terrible breath, Slick was awake quickly. Poor guy; he could barely contain his grimace for the photo I insisted he be still for.
When I am in the workshop, Friday is my usual companion cat. She demands a big love fit at first, but if she gets that she is willing to peacefully sit in my second chair. I have a cat copilot. If The Captain gets to the spot first, Friday will depart in a huff. Friday says I should have no other cats before her. If Friday is in the chair first, The Captain will carefully squeeze in next to her and snuggle. Thus, half the time I have two, snuggly, cat copilots. It is really nice.
We have both (Slick and me, not Slick and Moxie) been working very hard lately. We took a break and stayed on the couch the whole evening. It was good. I can face today with a refreshed feeling. Moxie even took advantage and spent some time being sweet while Slick snuggled her.
I’ve been a bit stuck, creatively, for the past couple days. As frustrating as that can be, it is a good time to get less fun things accomplished, like cleaning, building some shelves, recovering screens, and swatching. If things don’t come together tonight, I’ll be winding bobbins and folding fabric next. This has been a consistently midgrade challenging week and I’ve been having illogical trouble sleeping for all of it. Tomorrow is Friday; Fridays are dedicated to Slick and I having fun, relaxing, laughter, good food, softest clothes, and couch-life-boat time. That usually works as a good creative recharge.
If it doesn’t, there’s no shortage of workshop stuff that needs cleaned, finished, sorted, painted, built, prepared, or tossed out – so this is FINE!
Also, if Saturday isn’t creatively productive, I’m taking all the fallen leaves in my yard, piling them up and having a cloud-watching session in that pile. Shit, that sounds good. I might do that anyway.