You know how, when you make a decision to do something, you want to get started right away? (Except for when you decide to go on a diet; you always put that off until Monday.) Well, once I decided to go back to working at home, that was it. I started packing up my stuff and over the Thanksgiving weekend, hubs and I moved my office back home.
There it is: purple door, Winnie the Pooh wall border, Dragon Ball Z curtains–a mish-mash of boy/Mom decor. My new office.
Technically, I’m still renting the suite downtown. I haven’t turned in my keys just yet. I’d like to keep my parking privileges open in case I decide to go downtown to shop for the holidays. But I’m home again.
When I was working at home before, my office was in a spare room filled with spare room stuff. This time, I decided it needed to be just my office…but more than that. I’ve also decided to start sewing again. So, I’m calling it My Creativity Room.
Squeakers loves it. He wants the door open all the time so he can curl up on the brown rug and snooze. A couple of times I lost him and searched the house top to bottom, only to find him curled up on the black chair in my office, invisible to all but the best cat hunters!
That was something I missed very much working at the downtown office: my cats. At my feet, on the desk, sleeping in a corner. Pestering me to let them in, pestering me to let them out, pestering me to let them back in again.
I told hubs the other day that we needed to scour every pet adoption center and every SPCA location for a special cat–a cat worthy of Internet fame, so I could take pictures of it and video, and sweep the Tubes with it. And he said, but will these people let you keep coming back to take pictures and video of this cat?
“No, no,” I said. “We’re going to adopt it!” A step in the plan I had, according to him, sneakily left out.
I just don’t understand how a person could not want to live with, say, ten or so cats. Boggles the mind.
Still, I was pretty much joking. I’ve tried to take video of my cats doing interesting things and as soon as I turn on the video function of my ipad and aim it at them, they stop. That’s the most interesting thing my cats do: thwart all my genius get-rich-and-famous-with-cats plans.
And there’s this:
|This is what goes on at four in the morning at our house|
And here’s the other cat, doing what he likes to do when I aim a camera at him:
That’s right. Nothing.
|Rice Cake helping me blog.|