Here's what I love about pets, specifically of the cat variety. They're like, all of a sudden, total whores that want attention and assume you have the same instinct at the same time (P.S. the earlier instinct was to eat tuna; earlier still, race across the room and then suddenly stop to lick one's balls). So I'm sitting at my Juki sewing, and he comes over and is like, "I'll bet now is a good time," and is up on the table and getting in between me and the machine. He puts his paw out, kind of stutters it toward my lap, purring loudly - right in the way of my arms trying to sew. "I'll just... let me... just like this," as he weasels in to my lap in a way reminiscent of Lundberg's stapler-grab in Office Space (yeah, I didn't feel like using my typical imdb link!).


I can smell his fishy breath from looking at this photo. Nels and Sophie take many pictures of the cat. Because he's so fascinating.


Ralph and I disagree about the comfortable temperature inside the house; and rather than consulting the actual thermostat, we look at the position the cats are in. Spread out like this? It's a little too hot.

In other news, I was interviewed today by American Public Radio's "Weekend America" for a Flickr photo I posted (good God, not those above of course!). Let me first say: I am no natural for a radio interview, and I said some really dumb things, all in the course of trying to tell the photo's story in the way they needed. I am also thinking they may be able to edit me into looking like a total arse / unfeeling, mean mom. T-hee!

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