They look so innocent and sweet when they’re asleep, don’t they? Don’t let them fool you. They spend most of their waking hours trying to kill each other and making sure that Mom doesn’t get any work done at all unless she locks one of them in a room for a while.
On the other hand, locking them in rooms did allow me to finally get the watercolors back out and do a couple of small pieces, so yay?
The pendants I was working on have been set aside until Oisin gets a little older (and therefore calmer) because what I want to do takes extended periods of time and does not allow for sudden interruptions. So, back to paintings, watercolor pencils, and ink for the time being. On the other hand, I now have fixative spray and varnish that I can seal paintings with so I don’t have to frame them, which will make my life easier.
Leash-training is going…weird. Oisin does not like walking out the front door, but is fine out back. He’s perfectly content to chill in the truck for extended periods of time (as long as he’s not in the crate, which he hops out of as soon as he can manage it) and even sleeps, but isn’t so sure about being outside the truck. He does, however, get cranky and starts climbing the walls (no, really, he goes up the door frames) when he hasn’t gone for a ride in a day or two, and we’re still trying to figure out how the kitten ended up inheriting my need to just be out on the roads for a while.
One of the things that I’ve been running into while trying to read up on leash-training and traveling with cats is that, for the most part, people don’t seem to talk about the basic logistics and physical set ups of doing so.
Like, litterboxes. I know that most folks seem to have their cats doing their business outside, but there are others who don’t, and I would honestly love to know how they handle that. I’m going to be figuring out how to rig a small litter pan into the back of the truck with a cardboard box and some velcro today, but I know I’m reinventing the wheel here and it’s somewhat frustrating.
I’m also trying to work out a place that he can stretch out and watch the scenery go by that is *not* the back of my shoulders, because that’s where he really wants to be right now, and that’s such an unbelievably unsafe place for him to ride. Again, a lot of folks with adventure cats don’t seem to share that sort of specific logistic, so reinventing that wheel, too.
Yes, I’m going to be putting my money where my mouth is and sharing information on my set up, once I figure out what said set up is.
Now, though, it’s time to get my butt in gear so the gremlin (aka, Oisin) and I can go get on the road for a bit, and then maybe get another painting started when we get back.
Open roads and fair winds, my friends