She heard me say, “ohhhhhhh, I don’t THINK so…”
…and it made it ten times more intriguing for her.
Today Miss Spoons discovered my messy project shelf in the studio, hopped up, scoped it out and took a brief but aggressive nap in a little not-finished cabinet. Her motto: IT IS THERE SO IT MUST BE SCRATCHED AT AND POOPED ON AND THEN DISMISSED. She’s elderly, screeches at me like she’s cussing up a storm if I look at her too long, and I love her.
(She still lays teeeeny little eggs, at seven years old. At least three a week. No wonder she shrieks at me.)


















