Getting on

I’ve contemplated renaming the blog “Trivialities of common life” or some such, because everything has slowed down so much even my thoughts are frozen.

And I’m beginning to realize that I can’t keep postponing all of my projects until I have space to do them unhindered, because that studio thing is going to take forever and ever to be done. So long that I’m beginning to suspect I won’t be needing it anymore, because I’ll have come to a complete creative standstill, my last remnants of intelligence content to ponder the laundry…

Or I can begin to kick start myself again and try to ignore that the kittens destroy everything I touch. šŸ˜‰ Oh well, it was worth a shot to minimize house cleaning, but I guess I found out the price is boredom. Time to get messy.

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W51Y15

Another draft was waiting for photos to be posted but it seems that will be for next week instead.

So I’m going to have to think of something else to tell you. I’m waiting for a courier and I can’t hear the van from the loom room or the loft, so I can either knit a sock or sit here. Wish they’d elaborate the tracking with GPS, but it can be anything from now and 7 5 4 hours. (during the while that it took me to finish this post)

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Cat ladies

For various reasons, the lost girls could not remain where they were found, so 10 days ago they were added to our herd. And now I have double the number of cats I was aiming for… They’ve settled in well, feeling safe around any humans they meet apparently.

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Lost girls

Who in their right mind (or heart) would dump such a lovely pair in a random driveway? Luckily not mine or there would have been much discussion whether 6 cats are too many or not…

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I get sad when people place such little value on the life of a cat, compared to pet dogs for instance. How can the one creature be more deserving than the other?

Feral cats live miserable lives on all counts. And don’t give me the freedom speach, my well fed, healthy neuters are as free to roam as any, and to curl up warm and safe from weather.

Shame on you, whoever you are.