look what the cat dragged in
I've been finding bags of beads outside my bedroom door or in the hallway on a regular basis lately. At first I thought it was probably Claire carrying things upstairs and dropping them, like she does with Legos (ow) but upon closer inspection, the bags all have fang marks in them. And this morning when I got up Lailah was sitting outside the door next to the beads and proceeded to spend several minutes mewing smugly while twining around my ankles.
So apparently she thinks I'm not capable of hunting and catching my own beads?
(She's obviously never seen me in action. This weekend I went to a trade show and stopped at the bank to take out $80 in cash with the intention of sticking to a very modest budget since I have four boxes of beads that haven't been put away from my last NYC buying trip and I didn't actually NEED more beads, but when your friend texts you going "BEAD SHOW DOWNTOWN TODAY" you toss all the kids in your possession into the car and go to the bead show and then you spend a bunch of time saying things like "don't kiss the beads" to the 3-year-old you're babysitting, but I digress. I spent that $80 in about 10 minutes flat and then I found the booth with the labradorite and moonstone and went "well, the business debit card is still in my pocket, sooooo...")
...wow that was a lot of going off on tangents. BRB, need to go find where I left my tea this time.
ANYWAY. So the cat has been very thoughtfully providing me with beads, and since she has interesting taste, I decided I'm going to start a new series called "What The Cat Dragged In" and make a piece of jewelry with whatever she brings me. The first four days worth are going up now (along with some shinies made from the beads I bought this weekend) and more will be added whenever I wake up to beads outside my door. Which means I CAN'T put away those four boxes of beads, I guess?
(And yes, I know all of the woodwork in my house desperately needs to be refinished or repainted. It's on my list of things to do in my copious spare time, which means I'll probably get around to it in, oh, 2032 or thereabouts.)