A new month, a new life?

Soooooo, there’s been a rather big change in my life lately – my baby started kindergarten. She’s still getting used to the place and the people, and I’m adjusting as well, but all in all it hasn’t been as scary and stressful as I feared… yet.

With a whopping 5.5 hours all to myself daily there’s a whole lot I can get done, and hopefully the results will soon show in this blog!


(I’ve been meaning to do this comic strip for a few months now, but I only got around to finishing it now, so there we have it. This is exactly how I first heard her call me “mama” properly, and if it doesn’t quite make sense to you, then this post will clear things up a bit. )

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Heat, Hair and Harachter Hesign.

I’m sorry about the title, my poor overheated brain is finding it pretty funny for some reason. And we just ran out of watermelon >.<

It is still very very very very hot. The AC isn’t managing very well in the living room, the fan does little but create soothing background noise in my “office” and Eli’s hair needed cutting but I didn’t risk taking her to my hairdresser just yet.


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The Sunneh Post

I’m still away, hopefully having a blast and sketching a lot. In the meantime, here’s the second cat post, this time it’s all about Sunneh.


Now to straighten some things out, we have a lot of stray cats in our area. And I mean A LOT. City hall “imports” cats into neighbourhoods so that they keep the rats away. People feed them, some even go as far as luring them into their gardens and feeding them closer to home, for a better rat-shooing effect. So since neither one of my cats had a collar, a chip, or looked like anyone had been taking care of them, I am not, contrary to my UK friends’ belief, a cat-napper.

I saw Sunneh on the same stairs where I found Dish, a few months after she adopted us. His eyes were still closed and he was covered in so much dry blood he looked dark brown, instead of light ginger. There was no mother cat about, and this area was where two somewhat unpleasant dogs were let out to roam about in the evening. This was a no-brainer, really.

I named him Sunneh after a Swedish guildmate’s nickname. He too, of course, played a druid (at that point).

Dish was not happy. She hissed at him, she hissed at me and she stopped hanging out with me the way she used to before I betrayed her so with a new kitten. For the first two days, I kept them separated while I brushed all the fleas out of him. Dish stalked us out through the glass door. I think it was roughly after a week that the vet said he’ll be alright, and I finally let Dish get to know him a little closer. She was terrified of him right until he started eating the same food as her, at that point she adopted the role of older sister and started teaching him everything she knew herself, which didn’t take long. The most important skill he learned from her is how to drink from the waterbowl, by splashing the water all over the floor. That and chewing through the tough bag to get to the food.

They work really well together: when one of them gets stuck in a closet, cupboard or gets locked in a room somewhere, the other runs and brings me or my husband to the rescue. They clean each other’s faces in those hard to reach places. They keep entertained by playing together, and they cuddle each other in the winter while we’re not available.

I really want to write a lot more about this extraordinary ginger menace, but the past me has very little time left before the airport cab arrives, and there are still some dishes to wash and socks to find.

Here’s a relatively short video of Sunneh’s childhood days, and some of his interaction with Dish as they both grow bigger:


The Dish Post

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Seeing how I can’t really comment on what’s going on with me right now, since I’m writing this from the past, I thought I should go even further back and tell you lovely lot about Rediska, aka Dish, the older one of my two goofy cats.


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15 Seconds to Fail

Since today’s #Mermay prompt is “baby-maid” (which I guess means a mer-baby? unless this should be about baby labour O.o) I decided to cheat and combine it with my weekly comic, resulting in this somewhat weird filler page:


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A Tortoise Encounter

Meeting Tortoise

I’ve not seen any tortoises or chameleons out and about in a long time, so it was nice spotting one the other day. I snapped a few photos as Eli gently petted her, and then I helped the impatient reptile¬†through the bars of the fence she was unsuccessfully trying to climb. The tortoise looked to be in a great hurry to get somewhere important (probably as far away from us as possible) so I did my best not to delay her.

I wonder how Eli would react to a chameleon. She suddenly started being scared of bugs, running away and trying to climb into my arms whenever we see a fly. She did bring me a dead beetle in her tiny hands yesterday, though she probably didn’t realize what it was.

It looks like I won’t finish this month’s Rubber Onion Battle on time. I’m going to try and stay up animating at night today, but lack of any free time and proper night’s sleep haven’t been nice to me this past week. There’s one more day still, and I’m curious to see how far I can get.