Cute little grump
i wish I could get a better angle on this, but she's fully asleep and I can't move my arm.
we have to write poems in my creative writing certificate program, so I pieced something together from Belphie's medical reports
my professor really liked this and said that it should be 'the nucleus of a chapbook' (so like 15-30 poems of the same theme that I would attempt to get published) but now I feel awkward because I think that she thinks HE DIED? but it turns out, everything will be alright! his heart recovered! the FIP meds are working!
if I do make a chapbook, this will be the next page:
and then this will be the page after that:
HE IS SO SMART
I think I wasn't supposed to see this
this is the smallest animal on earth
it's Belphie's first autumn!
truly, this is a different cat
the drywll texture dust is all on the masking paper in the corner, but phoebe wants to play in it So Bad.
P, carrying her toy: Dad. Play with me.
Me: Bring it here.
P: but what if toy wants to sit over here? *drops it on the masking paper, a foot or so from a bunch of drywall dust*
Me: I said bring it here -
P: I throw it to you. Catch! *flings it further into the corner; it rolls through the texture spray, ricochets off the still-damp baseboard, skips and rolls back over to her covered in damp marble and chalk dust*
Me: fuckin' -- you're gonna get sick playing with that thing. *retrieves it*
P: Yaaay throw it!!
Me: Nope. You're being a gremlin. *Puts it in my desk drawer*
P: I hate you. *scuttles under the bed*
A story in three pictures:
He just launched himself right outta that thing and onto the floor.
No further pics because I was laughing too hard to continue.
8 months old! and guys, he's ALMOST 6 pounds!