IN take breath. Breathe. Nothing broke, telling myself.
I just found Ressie on the top shelf in my bedroom where I store all the work I don't want him to break. Pieces I hope to hand down to my grown children, or grans if the day doesn't come that I have to trade them to get by. Somehow he went up one bookcase of loaded shelves, across the top where my really best pieces are, jumped to the top of another shelf, and then up a couple feet to the tallest one where the shelves are full of hundreds of hours and years and years of work. He did it, without hardly disturbing the dust.
My heart is still beating hard.
Sack kitten, avalanche kitten, kitten that thinks only the water in my drinking cup is for him, gets away with MURDER that no one else gets away with (and that does not go unnoticed) almost made me cry.
ONe thing about painting rocks, they didn't' break.
Paper on the other hand, why can't I love paper, like I love the feel of clay being worked in my hands. Paper almost scares me now, it's like going on the longest hardest hike and knowing it will be all uphill. That's vision loss however, but but but...things that break, and white puma on the prowl, are a bad combo.
Hyia asked me where he groundhog teapot and groundhogs are. I told her in a styrofoam box, wrapped in bubble wrap on the to shelf of the closet, with the door shut. She said "that's good".
Brushes can't be put in cups either, but must be layed flat, or he thinks that expensive weasel hair belongs to him. Will have to think if he thinks synthetic is just as tempting.
Have had to switch to rinsing out brushes in water from a cup to a bottle because he thinks he should drink out of that too. After he tastes my water.
He's naughty. Speak of the devil.....WE need spring, his harness and outside time. He is soooo good if he even has a half hour of change of scene.
