I tried a bit more complicated drawing this time, but wasn’t happy with the end result, so here: cute cats.
The photo of the black cat was taken three years ago when I moved to this apartment, and she was already nearly 17 years old then. So for the last year I have had only that other one, Pörri. I think I need more. With just one I’m in the danger of losing my weird cat lady status. Well, maybe not the ‘weird’ part, being in the habit of going for long walks well past the midnight, and practicing with that sword in the nearby forest, and some other stuff like that I probably will keep qualifying as weird, but a cat lady definitely needs more than one cat.
Nightly walks and the sword actually go together, I don’t want anybody to call the police so I do the sword practice, during summers anyway, when there is nobody else around. Meaning at night. Since I live above the 60th parallel there is plenty enough light throughout the night for several months (I work then too, but that’s only for about three hours now), and hopefully any potential muggers or other problem makers will steer away if I look crazy enough. Well, not that they are much of a problem around where I live, I remember reading about one case close to here some six or seven years ago, there are a couple of big stores and a man threatened a shopper walking home from one of them with a knife and took her bag with the groceries and her wallet with him, but I think that’s the only incident that has happened here during the last decade.
Northern dreaming 