sad

Sorry I haven't been around much. My daughter's cat has been sick (but is better). But when he sniffed the much-loved canned cat food, walked off, and hid under something in the basement, I decided I needed to take him to the vet.

So, I figured I might as well take that no-longer-quite-feral kitten that we had brought into the house when it got so cold (figuring we should get it used to being indoors before sending it among strangers).

I figured on taking it to a shelter; I shouldn't have more cats with my allergies, but the critter insisted on climbing into my lap and purring and purring and petting my face ever so gently with its paws--and my allergies weren't going into overdrive. I fell in love. And it seemed the kitten had too--it followed me around and talked to me and insisted on me holding it while I was trying to write at the computer. And it could sit in my arms for a couple of hours, inches from my nose, and not set off my allergies. So I could enjoy the purring, and the petting, and the playing.

So I needed to take the older cat to the vet, but it was snowing; well, living in Milwaukee makes one rather blase about snow.

But the snow led to me dropping the case in the vet's parking lot, and it popped open. It shouldn't have popped open. But the scared kitten ran off into the snow. The snow was falling fast and the lot was being plowed. Whatever tracks the kitten left were immediately obliterated.

The vet watched the older cat, in the other cat carrier, until the doc was ready, letting me wander around outside calling the kitten.

This was Thursday, and I have been driving back to that neighborhood wander around in the snow calling it, hoping it will hear me and be hungry enough or lonely enough to venture from wherever it's been hiding.

sad

Sorry I haven't been around much. My daughter's cat has been sick (but is better). But when he sniffed the much-loved canned cat food, walked off, and hid under something in the basement, I decided I needed to take him to the vet.

So, I figured I might as well take that no-longer-quite-feral kitten that we had brought into the house when it got so cold (figuring we should get it used to being indoors before sending it among strangers).

I figured on taking it to a shelter; I shouldn't have more cats with my allergies, but the critter insisted on climbing into my lap and purring and purring and petting my face ever so gently with its paws--and my allergies weren't going into overdrive. I fell in love. And it seemed the kitten had too--it followed me around and talked to me and insisted on me holding it while I was trying to write at the computer. And it could sit in my arms for a couple of hours, inches from my nose, and not set off my allergies. So I could enjoy the purring, and the petting, and the playing.

So I needed to take the older cat to the vet, but it was snowing; well, living in Milwaukee makes one rather blase about snow.

But the snow led to me dropping the case in the vet's parking lot, and it popped open. It shouldn't have popped open. But the scared kitten ran off into the snow. The snow was falling fast and the lot was being plowed. Whatever tracks the kitten left were immediately obliterated.

The vet watched the older cat, in the other cat carrier, until the doc was ready, letting me wander around outside calling the kitten.

This was Thursday, and I have been driving back to that neighborhood wander around in the snow calling it, hoping it will hear me and be hungry enough or lonely enough to venture from wherever it's been hiding.

I got a bit carried away

So, last night, I laid down with the firm intent to sleep until I woke up, get up, log into the "war" room, and accomplish a rewrite of my "Grandmother Marie" story. I still want my kitten back, but I have to stop moping and get stuff done.

Instead I was awakened by my daughter, reminding me that there was this mandatory meeting I had to take her to, since her Dad was at work. I checked the address and ascertained that I at least had time for a bowl of cereal, grabbed the bag with sketchbook and asthma meds, and headed out.

The meetings organizers were all gung-ho to get through their very extensive agenda in time to get us all out "at least in time to hear the kickoff on your car radios". Um. Whatever. I mean, I'd rather the team in whatever town I'm in wins, because it affects the feelings of so many people around me. But it's just a game, and not even one that I can have fun playing.

During the meeting, I decided I'd work on my project of thank-yous for donors; my original plan had been to draw small--about three inches square, total. But discussing things with my sister at Christmas, she offered to help me get the face right, except her idea of help was to draw a better sketch, full size! So, using her sketch as a reference, I did a larger drawing for red_trillium .  First in pencil, then pen.  I stopped before starting to color, though I had markers in my bag; I wanted to get a clean scan of it first.

I rather think I got a bit carried away, but since my idea was to make him into a Green Man because we discuss gardening, and since I enjoy drawing green men, I suppose that's no surprise. Since I had all that space for detail.

Anyway, here is the inked drawing.  I'd planned to color it, and I probably still will, but right now I'm enjoying it as it is.

I got a bit carried away

So, last night, I laid down with the firm intent to sleep until I woke up, get up, log into the "war" room, and accomplish a rewrite of my "Grandmother Marie" story. I still want my kitten back, but I have to stop moping and get stuff done.

Instead I was awakened by my daughter, reminding me that there was this mandatory meeting I had to take her to, since her Dad was at work. I checked the address and ascertained that I at least had time for a bowl of cereal, grabbed the bag with sketchbook and asthma meds, and headed out.

The meetings organizers were all gung-ho to get through their very extensive agenda in time to get us all out "at least in time to hear the kickoff on your car radios". Um. Whatever. I mean, I'd rather the team in whatever town I'm in wins, because it affects the feelings of so many people around me. But it's just a game, and not even one that I can have fun playing.

During the meeting, I decided I'd work on my project of thank-yous for donors; my original plan had been to draw small--about three inches square, total. But discussing things with my sister at Christmas, she offered to help me get the face right, except her idea of help was to draw a better sketch, full size! So, using her sketch as a reference, I did a larger drawing for red_trillium .  First in pencil, then pen.  I stopped before starting to color, though I had markers in my bag; I wanted to get a clean scan of it first.

I rather think I got a bit carried away, but since my idea was to make him into a Green Man because we discuss gardening, and since I enjoy drawing green men, I suppose that's no surprise. Since I had all that space for detail.

Anyway, here is the inked drawing.  I'd planned to color it, and I probably still will, but right now I'm enjoying it as it is.