Whoever says cats don't need baths has never owned a cat. Symon was getting a little stinky and I was finding flea dirt (read: poop) but no fleas on him - I don't know where he picked that up, but it was time for a bath. For the record: he hates baths.
Symon, it's only a bath.
Symon, you were stinky and dirty.
Speaking of Lovely Dream:
I am taking Suzi Blu's art journaling workshop, A Lovely Dream.
Although I'm progressing slowly. It's taking me awhile to figure out what I want my images to be. More later when I have stuff to show.
Our first assignment was the concept of "Friendship." While in the midst of our exile, doing so much introspective writing, the only things I could come up with re: Friendship were 1) Me & Steve (going through our Hell together) and 2) that I need to be more of a friend to myself. Here are the two pieces I did:
Symon jumped up onto the back of the computer chair.
Poor thing, he was shivering. But does he smell nice!
He kept jumping down, then coming back to snuggle, and clean himself while on me.
Think he has forgiven me?
Yes, I think I have been forgiven. *nudge* *nudge* *purrrrr* *purrrrr*
Symon, my black t-shirt is now covered in cat fur.
Deal with it.