Not Your Average Post

I want to make a radical switch from Grandmother time to Art. Well, I guess you can call it “art”.

When I moved into my studio, I inherited Chrystal’s indoor cat.

Nimrod is not safe in our house, so he is relegated to the life of an indoor cat, avoiding contact with the dog. The dog wouldn’t maliciously hurt him, but the cat doesn’t seem to understand the dog is dangerous, so we just keep them separated. I have to keep the bird separated from the cat & dog: he isn’t safe with either one.

The point of this is this:

The set up is Chrystal’s doing. She says the cat needs privacy, but I think she just didn’t want to look at the cat litter box. Of course, you can purchase litter boxes with lids (and I think this litter box originally came with a lid, but my former cats – which were outdoor cats for the most part – eschewed the idea of a cover.

Pretty ugly. And pretty tempting to someone who loves to get out the paints.

Pretty soon, I had one side finished:

I was winging it and not going for anything “perfect” – just a better looking image than a plain cardboard box.

I painted the back next:

Another night and I’m on a roll here:

Today I finished it:

There’s a “garden” on the roof which you can see when everything is put together (the “patio” and mat are also’s Chrystal’s innovations: she wanted to keep the cat from tracking litter throughout the room):

Don just rolled his eyes when I told him what I was doing. It has a name, but in the interest of keeping this a family-oriented blog, I’ll spare you.

(It has to do with Brick and what the Brick House is used for)

So – what do you think?

or  ?

I don’t think the cat cares.

But I like it. For now.