Hurried End-of-July Update

I’ve been animating for the past four hours or so and my wrist started hurting, which couldn’t come at a better time because it means I can have a justified break and write a short blog post! Yay for pain! (I’m aiming to finish this month’s animation battle entry tonight after Eli falls asleep, and it looks very doable if I don’t fall asleep myself.)

In the meantime, as I rest my drawing wrist, here’s a short summary of what I’ve been up to this week:

  1. I’ve painted the town August gate orange. The full double spread, where on the left page I’ll write all the positive and cool things that happened, plus any cool quotes or advice I come across.

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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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UK Trip (Part 2)

Edit before posting: It’s a little surreal reading about the attacks in London. Normally it’s my friends from there texting to see if we’re all okay here, the world seems to be turning upside down.

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UK Trip (Part 1)

….Aaaaaaaaand I’m back.
I’m now faced with the thing I kind of dreaded for the past two weeks: picking a very limited amount of photos to illustrate our UK adventure. Here goes nothing…

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Once we finally arrived and settled in at the place we were staying in Greenwich, I fell asleep for a couple of hours (after a little over 30 hours of no sleep). I woke up as the maintenance man was entering the room I was napping in, and in all fairness I might’ve scared him as much as he surprised me. In the meantime, everyone else went to explore our surroundings:

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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.

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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: