Scout hates cameras and honestly, cameras don’t like him either. His rich, shiny black coat practically absorbs light and he tends to be blurry in most pictures. My best chance at good photos involves catching him sitting still in natural light.
This week I broke down and upgraded the iPhone I hated to one that seems pretty nice so far. The true test of the camera is whether it can capture Scout.
Miraculously, I got a couple of good images on the first try. Much to his chagrin, of course! The above picture is what happened when I told him to smile. The juxtaposition between Scout’s frown and the smiley snowman cracks me up.
This is the look I get when Scout catches me writing something with a pen. He hates the sound of a pen to paper.
This is actually the warning look just before he starts tugging on my clothes, arms, hands – anything he can get his paws on. See the murder mittens? He knows how to use them!
I don’t understand his aversion to pens . Yes, it makes a scratching noise but he never seemed to care when he was small. Maybe it developed when I began working remotely during Covid? Too much time together? I don’t know but he will rouse himself from a deep slumber in another room to stop the madness if I write for too long.
He’s a peculiar little guy and quite set in his ways. All I know is that life is never dull around here!
These last two days have found me under the weather. Just so you know – I’m terrible at being sick.
Life is better when you’re up and moving. Whether on the go anod doing fun stuff or staying home and puttering around the house – life is better when you are able to do something.
I am not a Netflix and chill girl. It is rare to find me just hanging out on the couch with a snack and the tv. There’s always a chore, a book, a hobby or something else more entertaining than just sitting around.
I spent yesterday in bed thinking of all the things I would do if I felt better. I scrolled Pinterest while Scout napped at my feet and Law and Order played in the background.
The whole day was so out of character that Scout was clearly worried. He hardly left my side, occasionally biting at my feet or grabbing at my arm in a sweet attempt at coaxing me back onto my feet. Doesn’t he look worried?
My Pinterest activities cracked me up because I was all over the place. If you aren’t familiar, Pinterest is a type of social media where you can find, upload and save images and links that inspire you on virtual boards.
Watercolor tutorials, gluten free vegetarian recipes, inspiring quotes, writing tips, photography challenges, winter wardrobe images, decluttering challenges, and ideas for transforming my dining room into a library were among the things that caught my eye.
It occurred to me that my interests are vast. I badly wanted to get up and clean out my closet, paint a picture, reorganize my kitchen and make something good for dinner. Instead, I stayed put, ate frozen pizza and read some.
Today is a new day. Here’s hoping it is more productive.
Poor little Scout doesn’t cope well when I travel or am gone for long stretches of time. When I rescued him as a kitten, I envisioned traveling together some. It quickly became clear that he is not an adventure cat.
So he stays home while I adventure and my parents come visit twice a day to feed and play with him. He mostly does well for them but he’s happier with me in the house.
When I came home Monday night, he purred as he let me pack him around the house like a sack of flour. He eventually wanted down so he could follow me around. He never let me out of his sight and spent most of the evening flexing his claws. Look closely at the above picture and you’ll see my little house panther baring his very sharp claws.
A few days later and he’s still clingy. I have left home for work twice this week and both days he has followed me around with worried eyes while I got ready to go. I feel sorry for the poor guy but life goes on and I sometimes have to leave.
It’s hard for us to remember that while our pets are a part of our world, we are their entire world. I am grateful to have this funny, opinionated, smart little soul to come home to after an adventure.
Scout knows that seeing my work bag come out is bad news. It’s a sign that he’s about to be abandoned.
He doesn’t know and probably doesn’t care where I go when I leave but he does know that he will be sad. In this moment, he was pulling pens and a notebook out of the bag and seemed to be contemplating stuffing himself inside.
Maybe he thinks he’ll go with me someday.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about that today. It’s Sunday and that means we’re home to do some chores, rest and recharge for the week ahead.