My kittens trashed my work station this morning :-\
The little monsters aren’t even supposed to be allowed in my office, but somehow the door was left open last night and everything on my drafting table ended up in the floor. All my homework, my Bristol boards, every paintbrush and HB pencil I own...they even somehow got my inking kit open and had pens and nips all over and little blue paw shaped ink spots painted up the wall and along my scanner. My keyboard was dangling from it’s cord from the desk, as was my mouse, they left the Wacom alone because I think they knew I’d eat them if they messed with it.
David’s response: “So...you still think they are soooo cute?”
Me, looking in to see Whatsit in the floor on his back, batting playfully at the dangling mouse, while Raven lays staring at me in a panicked ‘I didn’t do it’ manner with paintbrushes forming a sort of tiddly-wink hut around him and his ink stained little nose: “Well...that IS pretty damn cute.”
I am such a sucker for the cute fuzziness of it all.