Some of my paintings

I haven't posted in forever. And it's come to my attention (thanks, Heather) that I haven't posted many photos of my paintings. So here you go. It's mostly older ones.

I'm dreaming of a sane 2022

I'm lucky. My household bubble includes Sammie and two mischievous young cats, so I haven't been alone for these past two years. I have a shabby apartment that nonetheless boasts a beautiful view of the mountains and the city. We have enough to eat and can pay the rent.

Hallelujah

I can't believe it's finally over.

An inconsequential window cat photodiary

Dax and Kara, who just turned two years old, are indoor cats, and like pretty much all indoor cats, window sills are their favorite place. While my apartment is mildly shabby, the view makes up for it.

And decrease the surplus population

Donald Trump doesn't care if I die. I can't help but take that personally.

I've been so angry for months now. Trying to figure out what I could possibly post that someone else hasn't already said, and better. Then I realized that that was it. Trump literally does not care if I die. It is my humble opinion that this is a serious flaw in a president.

Yes, I love them now

My kittens have become cats. They're one year old this week. It's way past time that I posted an update.

My outrage won't fit on this blog

I just saw a protest placard that said, "My outrage won't fit on this sign." That touched a chord with me because my outrage won't fit on this blog. I've started writing political diatribes here dozens of times, and each time deleted it unposted. Because what's the point? I don't feel that I have anything new to say that isn't already being said in the Washington Post and the New York Times.

Shoot us both, Spock

It's been quite awhile since I adopted a kitten. I've never adopted two at once, much less siblings that feed on each other's energy. There has always been an adult cat around to keep the new kitten in line, too. There is no adult cat here now. It's a bit overwhelming.

I've learned several things about half-grown kitten siblings since October:

Kara and Desmond Doux

Des is the one showing his belly

Apologies for the quietness when I clearly should be posting kitten pictures.

Kittens!

Desmond and Kara

It's a boy! And a girl!

Daniel and I went to the local animal rescue on Tuesday, not specifically intending to adopt a kitten, much less two. We looked at all of the adult cats and didn't feel a connection. But then we went into the kitten room, and there they were – an adorable, adoptable sister and brother. I couldn't just take one. Had to take them both. I mean, really. Look at them! Could you have left one of them behind?