Oh boy I forgot what it’s like to have a baby in the house. The little engine in his cat brain started up at 4am.
He was basically running up the walls, jumping all over the furniture, and up on the windowsill to get at my yellow roses, where he tried to pull them apart leaf by leaf.
I finally put the roses by my bedside and that darn cat tried to get at them any way he could. After a while, he lay down in frustration and just stared at me.
Robbie had to work today and so Theo and I were hanging out at my art desk, where I tried to get some work done, but that kitten was hell-bent on getting at my feather collection. I took my roses into the studio with me and at least they were safe for a while.
He wasn’t satisfied with just one feather, he wanted them all, and when I tried to put him down on the floor, he attacked my hand. Ha, thank goodness for my big brush. It worked as a sort of broom to gently sweep him off my table.
I did manage to get a little work done. Here’s one little flycatcher.
Actually, the only reason I got some work done was because Theo wore himself out and fell asleep. His brain seems to have two functions, fast forward and off!
After he fell asleep I managed a second fly catcher. Not quite finished, but I ran out of daylight. Tired to the max this evening. (Babies and jet lag will do that to you.)