monkeys and ponies

I have been incredibly remiss about posting photos for APAD(ish), even though I have been trying to take one every day. Unfortunately, when I don't get off my ass and leave the house, that means a photo of the cat. (Maybe you find this more interesting than I do? This is probably because you don't live with the cat full-time.)

Anyway, photos 16-18, behind a cut so as to spare your friends page. ( Here. )

As annoying as it was when the neighbors chopped down their giant Norway maple, leaving 8" holes in my yard and a (now deceased) colony of refugee carpenter ants in my house, the extra sun in the herb garden is making the flowers very happy. Especially the pyrethrum daisies:



( +3, after the cut )

Okay, I fail at not taking more than two cat photos during APAD(ish), but in fairness: look at this cuteness napping next to me and tell me you could have resisted taking a photo. No, you could not. And neither could I.

I am tired and sore and calling in my Cat Waiver for APAD. Tomorrow's subject will be less homebound, as I must actually leave the house for a meeting.

1. Do not try to knit an octopus.

2. I cannot make a French knot to save my life.

3. I also apparently sometimes pick up stitches from the edge in the wrong direction, no matter how many times I try to pick them up in exactly the same way every time.

4. Knitting tentacles is incredibly boring.

5. The cats will never be impressed by my work.

6. Okay, at least it's kind of cute.

We don't know exactly when our kitties were born, but we're pretty sure it was early June, so traditionally, their birthday is MIT's commencement, which takes place at about the same time. Today, in fact.

Inu is a very sleepy 19.


Mr. Peterson is a slightly more alert 18.


They're definitely in that old, cranky, and declining stage of their lives, and I'm going to miss them when they're gone.

I either have killer death ick or seasonal allergies (maybe both, lucky me), so I'm sitting at home today not getting much done, largely because breathing without coughing takes effort. I would actually rather this be killer death ick than allergies, if only because a cold will go away much more quickly. I guess I'll know for sure in a week or so.

In the meantime, have a photo of a cat on our messy kitchen table.

Have just spent the last three hours or so doing my rec list for calufrax this week, and now my brain is full. (On the other hand, someone on my flist should be keeping an eye out for tomorrow's rec ... .) And before anyone asks, yes, there are a couple of adult stories on the list, though only one of them is well and truly filthy.

I can't believe it's 5pm already. Where did the day go? I have dishes to do, and laundry to start (especially if I don't want to be wearing a ball gown to tomorrow's client meeting), and at some point I really need to finish up that Adipose, because my niece's birthday party is Saturday.

Oh, great, Mr. Peterson is awake and trying to crawl into my lap. Cats are always good for productivity. At this rate, none of the chores will be done until November.

Admittedly, I'm feeling pretty lazy and unmotivated anyway, even though I need to leave in an hour or so to run some tests.

But this isn't helping.

Larger versions at Flickr, as always.

Spoiled Rotten Inu


Still Life With Cat and Bills