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It’s been warm all this week and I set up a tall kitchen stool by the front window for the beasties to catch morning sun. The chair has a seat barely wide enough to accommodate the two of them, yet they both insist on watching the world go by from this perch, which results in bickering, the occasional smack with the paw, and begrudging co-existence.
… and so am I. Photos taken this morning. I woke up at 6am to try and get through my (photo) work, wash the dishes, finish the laundry, answer business email and cook meals at the same time. This is why I listen to CBC radio (mostly news) — to stay connected with the outside world without the visual distraction of a television.
Xena, Xena, what on earth is going on in your kitty brain?
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As is evident by my lack of writing and photos, it’s been a busy week here at the House of Fielding. Rounds of prospective client meetings and writing lots of wedding photography quotes. Processing photos from first wedding of the year. Second wedding of the year coming up soon. Can’t wait to get away tomorrow! It’s been too long since I’ve been on a plane.
“Mom, he’s bugging me again! Make him stop!”
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I’m off to shoot a wedding today which is particularly exciting for me because it’s orthodox. My anthropology education didn’t end when I stopped taking university classes, it’s continued through my travels and the work I enjoy the most.
Beano really does believe he’s an appendage sometimes.
It’s taken me more than two years, but I finally got Beano on video drinking with his paw.
Once I vacate the computer chair, this is what happens. These two are incorrigible repeat offenders.
I’m in a food coma, fuelled by a couple of glasses of wine. I think I may pass out shortly. But before I do, here’s a photo of what I call the Liberace of Wine Jackets. Isn’t it fabulous? It was a handmade dinner gift given by one of the dressmakers we use at The Brides’ Project. I’m going to finally finish her website so she’s online, too. But for now, I’m going to succumb to this food coma…
… besides, I can’t get anything done with Xena climbing all over me and slobbering again.
Video for today: what happens when you eat too much candy, more than you’re supposed to! This kid is adorable.
It’s a catfest at The House of Fielding — Xena’s taken to hanging out on my shoulder, too. They’re turning me into a Crazy Cat Lady, but I can’t get work done with Xena drooling on me. It’s quite gross.
I don’t know what’s gotten into the cats lately, but they are being really picky about their food. I used to dish it out (a mix of wet and dry) into two separate bowls, even though it was the same food, but last year I reduced them to one bowl because they would take so long to finish, the wet food would get stale and they refused to eat it. All their food is expensive — low-protein because of Beano’s kidney problems, and only available through veterinarians. I can’t afford wasted food when it’s this costly, and the idea of wasted food is never good, anyway. So even though Beano protests the not-so-fresh food situation, I ignore them until they eat what’s left and then I give them a new bowl. The problem isn’t appetite — they definitely have appetites and devour the bowl quickly most times — but on a day when they lounge around and don’t eat as quickly as they normally do and the wet food isn’t consumed right away they find it less appetising.
Eh, too bad! If I had to eat all my food before I left the table as a kid, then the cats can do it, too!
Today I was defrosting a package of frozen beef to make a stew and guess who jumped on the counter to attack it? Yeah, Mister Guilty! I’m pretty certain Arliin used to let the cats have the run of her apartment, including the counters and table, but I’m a stickler for no pets anywhere near human food spaces and I enforce this with a spray bottle filled with water. I had to spray Mister Guilty several times today to get him off the kitchen counter, and I was dreading an act of revenge somewhere in the form of cat pee (he did this last week) or even worse, but I couldn’t find any evidence.
If this behaviour escalates I’m going to have to find a better solution, but for now the Pet Police has only a water bottle in her holster.
Video for today: The Police live in Rio on their reunion tour, performing “Wrapped Around Your Finger” in 2007
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