Companion Animals

Here's Sashi helping me with the blog.



Sometimes she sits right in front of the monitor, which makes it really hard to see. She also likes to walk across the keyboard. Right now she's sitting on my lap, and I have to reach across her to type. Do I love these cats, or what?

Sashi was one of my aunt's cats until my aunt died and left her four cats to me. Sashi moved in with me, Cinnamon and Enzo last summer, and she's doing remarkably well. Sometimes I think about how strange it must be for her to be in a new home with a new guardian and different cats than the ones she lived with before. She seems to be happy here, but she's afraid of every little noise, and when other people come over, she freaks out and runs under the house. Sometimes I feel like running under the house myself when the doorbell rings, but I seem to be able to control my impulses a little better than she does.

I have three of the four paintings done for the New American Paintings competition, but I don't want to show them to you until all four are finished. Maybe tomorrow.