I know this is an ART blog, but the only thing that’s going on in my studio this week is cleaning and sorting, which doesn’t make for very exciting photography.
So here’s a picture of my cat, Petey, taken by my husband, Kevin.
You’d think a cat who has several expensive pet beds (not to mention the run of the house) would choose a more comfortable place to sleep than in the shoebox storing his cat toys. Here he’s sleeping on top of cold metal jingly balls, stabbing pipe cleaners, and lumpy catnip mice – not very cushion-y. But who can fathom the preferences of a kitty-cat?