I also picked up a new bed for Harriet while I was out yesterday. She needed somewhere comfortable to sleep while I’m in the studio. Even though it’s carpeted in here, the floor is cold (damned heat vents are up by the ceiling!), and she’s a delicate flower.
Harriet was disdainful at first, and for awhile I thought I may have actually bought a cat bed by mistake. Eventually, Harriet decided to give it a try. She spent yesterday afternoon and most of this morning sleeping in it. I’m glad I opted for the one with the nesty sides, because I think it’s a big hit. (And, as you can see by using the cat–who is on the petite side–for scale, Harriet is on the small side herself. I was afraid at first that the bed wouldn’t be big enough, but once she curls up, there’s room to spare.)
I wish I could have slept the morning away lazily, but I had to get up for Mr. FedEx. It’s a good thing I did, too, because he showed up at the crack of dawn. And now, even if I wanted to take a nap, I couldn’t, because Mr. Upstairs has his teevee blaring away. I think he must have had custody of his children this weekend, because there were small pitter-pattering feet, very loud cartoons, and the world’s longest one-fingered rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” on the keyboard. The last was cute for about twenty minutes, but after that, my ears started to bleed. Also, the front hallway smells like someone cooked rotten pork with ginger and oranges. O ick.
red paper boat 