but they're cute helpers

Home from work a little late, trying to take some photos outside in an effort to catch the light before the sun goes down completely. Not ideal, but I needed a photo of this piece in order to apply for a show.

I got a couple done and then...

Reality.

Reality comes with helpers.

(claw claw claw on my thigh to get my attention)

I had to bribe them with a piece of lunch meat so I could finish taking pics.

They've trained me well.

a cat without a name

 

Our new kitten still doesn't have a name.

He nearly earned one last week when he scratched me in the eye, but it's hardly appropriate to share here.  So far we've just been calling him cat or kitty.  He answers to, well, nothing because he's a cat.  He could give a flip if we're calling him or not.

 

He's turned out to be pretty amusing, though I keep him at a bit of a distance since the eye-scratching thing.   The kids haul him around while he protests loudly, the dog has regular posturing sessions with him (the cat wins), and he has taken a real liking to leaping out from around the corner to surprise me.  And it does, because he leaps spread-eagle like he's doing a jumping jack, right in front of me.  Weirdo.

Hopefully he'll earn a name soon.  You know, one that I can share.  But if you have suggestions, I'm all ears.

you find the best things at garage sales

 

I find the best things at garage sales.  Look what I brought home with me this week.

Little kitty is as yet unnamed.  Future mouser, current cuddler.

He's the color of coffee with cream and he has a stripey tail.  Pretty cute, eh?