Ok, maybe it was a bit naive of me to think that it would never happen again... but it did. Video was the bowl intruder this time, but unlike Audio, who demurely follows me in and hangs out in the bathroom, he bolted into the bathroom without warning and lept INTO the toilet; he didn't just perch on the rim. He thrashed about for a split second and I think that his first reaction was "
crap, my paws are wet" and then "
crap, I'm being pissed on" and then he leapt out and hit the linoleum with a heavy, sopping wet
splat. Another cat bath. I haven't seen too much of him since. He's probably ashamed and understandably so.
In other news, feeling especially inspired by Ann Arbor's annual Art Fair/Consume-a-Thon, I went out and grabbed a pen and ink set with
Joanna. What a great little investment! I think I've got india ink in my blood. Having to stop and dip the nib (artistic sexual euphemism anyone?!) every few strokes has made me feel much more deliberate about my work now as opposed to being armed and reckless with a trusty little flow-as-you-go Pilot G2. You know what I'm saying? It's sort of like the way you enjoy food if you actually stop to... you know, chew it.
Well, here's work #1. Click for much bigger goodness (the big blob on his cheek... yeah, hastiness).
3 comments:
Video & Audio are your cats' names? Wow, that's awesome. =) You're so clever, I swear. heh
You are the king of toilet mishaps.
i've definitely carved out a niche for myself in this world
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