Finally. That person who flings the paint has gone away for the weekend and carelessly left her Blogger account open. We’ve been waiting for this moment for months. All of these other artists are forever posting pictures of their cats, and featuring them prominently on their blogs, but have we had our moment of glory? NO! Little miss snooty-pants clearly thinks she’s too good to stoop to this level of pandering and has totally failed to acknowledge our guiding force in the studio. Seriously, if we weren’t around that woman would get NOTHING done.
Allow me to introduce us. I’m Jake, and this is my studio.
My sister, Lucy, likes to sleep here in the studio, but she is far less influential in the creative process. That guy who lives in the house? He says she’s the “good cat”.
Whatever. She’s nice and everything, but she pretty much just curls up in out-of-the-way spots and purrs. How is that helpful?
|(See? she doesn't even understand the importance of being a paperweight.)|
I, on the other hand, never run out of ways to assist.
|Making sure nothing bad comes in the window|
|she doesn't even thank me for my watchfulness. Instead she sprays me with water.|
|She doesn't understand how menacing this rug is. I teach it a lesson on a daily basis.|
|She didn't even realize she wanted the book I knocked down on her head|
|This futon is a serious flight risk|
|these papers would have blown away without me|
Can you see that it is only my eternal vigilance that keeps this studio from collapsing into total chaos?
What thanks do I get? This pathetic "blind contour" drawing:
So she'll be back tomorrow night, and we should just keep this post as our little secret, but next time you're like "this blog is so awesome, and her paintings are so great" you'll know who REALLY deserves the credit. Just sayin'.