Finny the Doo is completed! All fourteen feet of it. This mural totally brought me back to the painting vibe. Next up is a portrait drawing. Here’s hoping I still got the touch with charcoal!
I have my cheerleaders at my side… er, back. They got my back.
(1:36:55 PM) therunn: i’m glad they have their own youtube channel
(1:37:01 PM) therunn: the internet needs more cats
As I continue believing my cats are the cutest, funniest little fuzzballs to grace the earth, I finally got video of Fiona’s night warbles. I think I was in bed longer than she deemed appropriate this morning and turned up the volume. Unfortunately, you, too, will have to turn it up because my phone sucks ass at capturing sound.
The first night I moved into this place, she and JP took turns singing to the darkness, effectively scaring the shit out of me in an already strange place with strange sounds and possible ghosts.
JP, my Himalayan rescue, can’t meow. He tries but you only hear the failed pushing of air when close enough to him. He does, however, possess a fantastic squeak. He used to only do it when I come home, but now he regularly squeaks when it’s time for brushing or the litter box is getting cleaned. I’ve seen him squeak at bugs he can’t reach as well as things in the yard through the window. He now takes to squeak singing at night, chiming in to Fiona’s already melodramatic night cries. Still working on getting a recording of that.