March 23, 2011
What an opportunist! That Evil Roxanne has adopted my chair find as her own. Maybe she feels like Goldilocks, and we have finally provided a perch that is just right for her - perfect size, height and comfort level. Never mind that the upholstery is a creamy ivory that shows every single one of her many shed hairs. (Never mind that it was a little treat for me!)
I wandered into the bedroom yesterday afternoon, found her curled up like a little shedding pill bug, and resigned myself to cat domination. Fine Art Daily had spent a busy morning cranking out reams of spec ads and a complex illo, and badly needed a power nap. Not being as glam as the folks at Food52 who have very groovy pods for conferences and executive naps, I opted for a quick snooze on the bed,where I was soon joined by Hoover and the Evil Shedder herself. Fifteen minutes later I left the bedroom to the professional nappers and got back to my work. Hoover fell asleep on Chapter 5 of Jane Eyre. This is his first dip into the Brontë pool and he is finding it much more to his liking than Jane Austen. Imagine that!