flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m buried in show work, as I was and forever shall be, but a few quick bits:
I decorated my nerd purse! I got the patch from CrestCrossed on etsy if you’re also a house hybrid and need to shout it to the world. And no, they did not pay me to advertise them, I paid them for this BITCHIN’ PATCH.
I had neither the patience to handwalk an industrial around this edge, nor the fortitude to handsew through it, so I ironed it to a scrap of blue velveteen and then handsewed that to the bag (why not iron it to the bag? VINYL MELTS).
Also, have I told you guys about the porch cats? I feel like I’ve mentioned them — my downstairs neighbour feeds all of the complex’s strays + one giant fucking possum, and if you just said awwwww, please keep in mind that if you feed them you should also GET THEM FIXED. Inbreeding is the only way I can explain the fact that Mom ran out of tabby and had to split it among three babies.
#3 in under the stairs, but it’s basically identical to the other two – all white with a weird tabby cap and tail. And yes, I do think they might be evil, but I’m a cat person so that’s not really a dealbreaker on making kissy sounds at them. I think their grandma (or whatever) might be Mooch’s mom, but there are at least 7 strays regularly feeding downstairs now, so who knows who’s related to who? I would be tempted to snag them and get them fixed but A. they run away if I get closer than about 10 feet, and B. they’re so much my neighbour’s outdoor pets now that I would actually feel like I was kidnapping them. So, more kissy sounds it is.