I went Home last night after work, just because I felt like being with my family. I never want more than a few days to go by without seeing them, just because I want to always be up on their lives. So I detoured out of my new-normal route home to pay a visit.
We chatted, we got caught up (on the barely 48 hours that had past since I last saw them, haha), and I went and got my cat-fix for the day. Stuart brought The Poof-Cat (real name being Petri/Petie, but we do believe in the evolution of cat names!) to see me, and just as I was about to give up on seeing my dearest Jonesie, she came gracefully walking towards me to say hello. I'm over there so much that the cats probably don't even know that one of the family is no longer there, but I can sure tell the difference.
This is my darling Jones. She is of a calm temperament, loves to have her belly scratched and her favorite past-time is hunting in the fields by the house for unsuspecting rodents. If cats received awards for the amount of rodent extermination they handle, Jonesie would have a trophy cupbard full of them.
Just look at that sweet face.
And of course, I know all you Doctor Who fans out there have completely ignored my cat and have zeroed in on the picture on the right.
Yes. What you see is correct: that is, indeed, a baby Tardis. Yet another creation by master craftsman Stuart. This one is to be attached to the chain of my ceiling fan, instead of the little wooden ball that currently hangs there so boringly. This one is once again made of wood with paper accents, hand-painted and of course, designed entirely by Stuart himself.
And I'll let you in on a hint of a secret: Stuart may or may not be "opening shop" in the Tardis building department, since some of you expressed an interest in perhaps procuring your own personal time-machine. :) Feel free to shoot me an email or comment if such an idea tickles your fancy and you want to discuss it further.
Have a lovely Tuesday!
Have a lovely Tuesday!