08/05/2026
For those who don’t know, I have 8 cats, up in this house. They are the main reason I made our spare room into my art room, and then when I outgrew it, moved to the outside shop. With 8 cats, 2 being Maine C***s, there’s hair everywhere, and no one wants cat hair in their items.
Since having to come back inside the house, due to the heat, I’ve been diligent about keeping them away from my work, but they don’t care, and it’s a constant fight.
Ziva, one of our 13 y/o girls, has always loved to “help” me, as in she helps herself to my stuff. Her newest favorite is the leather strips, I’ve been using in the potion bottles.
My middle kid & I were having a discussion about having to have our 13 y/o boy’s, Opie, tooth pulled. Ziva decided this was a great time to get her a new piece of strip, because one of the others stole hers.
Lazarus, the Maine C**n, told on himself, by stealing it again, so Zeev got her a new piece.
Lord help me, I need to get back into the shop. It’s 3am, and I’m fighting with my cats, 🤦🏻♀️💆🏻♀️.