A blissful tranquil day me and the cats all hanging out and working on restoring our spirits.
I had a horrible scare over the weekend when baby Joey went missing for a few days. Upon his return on Monday morning he, with cat attitude tried at first to act like nothing had happened. Then he began telling me the tale of his big adventure and how very happy he was to be back safe and sound at home. And maybe he wasn’t cut out for walk-about. Could I please hold him, a lot. My pleasure. It was also my pleasure to follow him with the camera.
This tranquil restorative time was broken when I received a message, that left me scratching my head. This message prompted me to go and get my newspaper.
You can only imagine my surprise/horror to find splashed on the front page of my local paper; in living color – no less, a photo of my house. Me shy, deeply private holding on to my anonymity hiding in my secret refuge there front and center. An article about my art studio open house – only instead of a photo of the studio….
Which begs the question, why do I find it easier to share private intimate details with complete strangers on my blog then with local folks?
With the best cat attitude I can muster, I’m cool with this.
Until next time,