Peeping Tom . . .Cat
So here I am working diligently and nature calls. I wander over to my bathroom feeling safe because no one is in the gallery. I close the door.
I should mention here that my building is nearly 100 years old. Most doors don’t really latch well unless you concentrate while closing and listen for the click. Also the toilet can be seen from front room of the gallery when the door is open so you’d think I would be more careful.
So there I was, just about to get really comfortable and the door trembles and I can see a shadow moving under the door. Startled I tense up and babble something like “I’ll be right out!” I listen. . . No response. The door shudders again.
Suddenly swoosh . . . the door swings wide and there sits Budda, looking smug. I swear softly and say “Geez Budda, you scared the (deleted for inappropriate content) out of me.” Good thing I was already sitting down. He meows lazily and ambles in.
This has become a daily occurance (thus the photo of him breaking and entering) and I have yet to learn to listen to click of the latch. Unfortunately he has realized that this is an excellent place for him to get petted. (because like an idiot, I picked him up and petted him. After all I am just sitting there.) Plus he is obsessed with the toilet. His own private splash bowl whenever Mike or I forget to close the lid.
Little weirdo.
Naughty cat! Our dogs do that too — just not a public place!!!
I have lost my art time to too much house maintenance these past 2 weeks, how I fantisize about moving. For now, I still have some major projects in the house, there is a huge garage sale opportunity Sept 1 and this would really help clean out the overstuffed basement — but I may put that off to next year. Getting it done now makes me believe I would be more freed up in general, but not sure I want to delay my art plans that much right now. Will see. Angela
Our dogs at the house always seem to think the bathroom is the best place to get petted. But we don’t often actually close the B-room door there. (It’s just Mike and I and we live on a farm, no real reason to.)
Rummage sales are big time work, but always nice to clear some clutter. How is the job thing coming? (wasn’t really sure if it was technically a job hunt or not.)