A Message from Ginger

Others of my kind reside with bank managers, teachers of algebra, collectors of taxes, butchers, bakers, and dentists, but I live with artists (or should I say... "artistes"). Now, the thing about artists, is that they look and smell, for the most part, quite like other members of the human species. Sometimes they try to differentiate themselves with eccentric garments, or strange arrangements of their head fur, but it is their day to day living that sets them apart.

Some of you, I hope, may be aware, that the feline family generally favours routine, and order. We prefer our humans to feed us at certain times, and not to fiddle around with our food too much. We select our sleeping places with care to make the best use of the sun. Humans may talk endlessly about being "Green" and conserving energy, but we have always made use of solar power and good insulation.

A problem with human artists is that they often frequent cold buildings with leaky roofs and bad drains, they have little sense of time and order, and suffer from unpredictable moods. Sometimes they work all hours of the day and night, maybe for weeks at a time, other times they stop, and walk around listlessly and complain about "the white fog", "carrying the black dog", or "block".

We felines do our best to teach them better habits, and lead them to a healthier way of living. Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, exercise, groom, sleep, meditate with purring, and so on.... If only they would take notice!!!.....but they still over exert themselves, and end up paying the price!

I am writing this, because I notice that he hasn't got round to updating his blog for such a long time and he feels so bad about that now that he doesn't know how to start it again! He is mostly OK, but really did wear himself out with work for the last exhibition that he had. He muttered a bit about "white fog" and spent hours in front of computers installing and installing Linux operating systems, and forgetting to exercise!

This "fog" lifted recently,

and it was with some alarm that I noticed a huge, two person bush saw being taken from a dusty corner of the studio, and I spied a red faced unfit man sawing down trees outside, sometimes with help from Laura, other times he sawed and chopped on his own.

There is talk amongst the artists of a "shed"..., what ever that is, and there is an area of fairly level ground being made ready for it. So far there is no sign of the "shed", but he keeps listening for it and walking to the back gate. I wonder what colour fur the shed will have and if it will bark or if it will purr? It seems odd to me that it would want to stand outside on muddy ground, when there is a sunny windowsill inside, but... sheds are probably strange creatures like artists. There is no accounting for their taste!


That's all from me for now,

Ginger