Inspiration is a slippery bastard, and usually comes to me when I’m in no position to draw. I’m fullest of ideas and motivation when I’m either pushing Eli’s tricycle uphill in the rain, or when I’m trying to fall asleep. I’ve tried getting up and writing/sketching things down in the middle of the night before, but the price of having to function on virtually no sleep the following day is a bit too steep for me these days. Ah well, I’ll figure this out somehow eventually.
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. )
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.
It’s about time I caught up to the two question-thingie awards I’ve been nominated for. And since my brain is too melted to think, here’s an unrelated diary comic:
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:
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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.
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: