11082015
shapes, patterns, rythms
last night Simon fell from the bedroom window onto the sun screen, MirĂ³ is Simon’s saint (for the moment)
also Tuesday morning when it kept raining…
3 days Ameland; we did a lot of cycling
o dammit, this means he’s back home as well…
home again; Simon demands attention while I try to take a nap
I forget to draw Simon with her beautiful glow-in-the-dark collar with magnet to open the cat door
I saw drawings on the internet about cats ‘working out’ while the humans are away; well, this is Simon ‘working out’ while we are at home, she seems to enjoy the screaming audience
I’m not the first to enjoy the fresh bed
Simon’s got wounded; her ear is bleeding