This week I took slightly more than zero cat pictures! Above is Loiosh, stretched waaaaaay out because of the heat.
… it was 72F, y’all.
Major Tom assisting me in my efforts to clothe myself properly for the Gallup art gallery tour I went on last Tuesday night. Fortunately I’ve long since accepted that there’ll be cat fur on everything I own.
Loiosh, comfortably ensconced on the bed with me, with bonus photobombing Hades in the background.
It’s honestly well past time, & I want to thank my friend OctopusGallery for giving me a poke towards using less plastic in my packaging.
I know, I know, look, there’s been Stuff. But I’m getting there.
Some of it’s easy enough — the bags I give out at shows are easy enough to replace with brown paper bags, although it’s gonna be a while until I use up what I already have in stock. It’s also pretty easy to switch to brown paper for the smaller bags I put products in when I ship out orders.
But the soap & bath salts? More of a problem, because people want to see what they look like.
Fortunately there’s a pretty decent solution. Compostable plastics have been around for a while, & they’re getting better & better. I had some fun sorting through competing claims about how WELL they compost, mind you — one site said their compostable plastics broke down as easily & quickly as a leaf, which is, it turns out, actually not the case. Needless to say I went elsewhere.
But what I’m finding is that a good compostable plastic will compost Just Fine in the sort of industrial composting center that a lot of big cities use to take care of leaves & such, & if you don’t live in the big city, they’ll still compost okay in your backyard compost pile, though it’ll take maybe a year or two.
Given how rarely I actually remember to do anything with my compost, that’s not a problem. If you’re running your compost through faster than that, it might be a bit trickier, but I sat down & thought about it, & you know, even if most of the compostable plastic I’m gonna start using still winds up in a landfill, at least it’ll sit there & compost, instead of breaking down into microplastic. So, you know? I’m good with it.
I’ve found compostable plastic replacements for most of the plastic bags I use. I haven’t ordered any of it yet — it’ll take a while to use up what I already have — but I’ll get there.
I haven’t started looking for compostable plastic lip balm tubes yet & I don’t know if there even is such a thing, but I can hope. I suspect I’ll be out of luck with finding compostable plastic in tubes like I’m using for the foot salts, but there are other options I can poke at.
& of course there’s still the plastic lids for all of my glass containers, but eventually I might be able to do something about those, too.
Because 1) I never post enough pictures of Hades, & also 2) I somehow have not taken any cat pictures in the last week.
I KNOW, OKAY
Anyway I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that Hades would be an excellent leashcat, & it’s been a hella road. The pic at the top of this post is his first time out in the van with me & Loiosh. He did pretty well, but he was also REALLY glad to get back to the van.
Which is fine! One of the important parts of convincing cats it’s safe to go out on the leash is letting them know there’s a safe place to retreat to. The house is the first one; once they’ve got the hang of that, the van is the second one they learn is safe.
The third place they learn is safe? The booth.
…Hades maybe took a unconventional route to that realization.
But he got the hang of it just fine.
Since then he’s done a lot of wandering with me & he generally has a pretty good time. He’s not as bombproof as Loiosh, but then, who is?
(Answer: Mister Purcy. But I digress.)
But he’s still got those black cat Opinions. So many Opinions.
I tossed Loiosh up on top of the tall cabinet in the bathroom…
& proceeded to take a bunch of fairly terrible pictures of him up there.
I think I didn’t have the flash on, which means the exposure time was long, which means, well, blur.
But he was having a pretty good time. He doesn’t often go up high on his own because of his knee, but he’s perfectly happy to _be_ up high if someone gives him a boost. Or if he just bolts up a tree cos he’s in a mood.
I was having a REALLY rough day Saturday, so my ‘run into town to ship a couple packages’ jaunt turned into ‘also accidentally drive to Crownpoint, do half the week’s grocery shopping, & find a really pretty canyon to almost fall into on the way home’ trip.
As you do.
(I did not, in fact, fall into the canyon, but I did climb through barbed wire twice, so there’s my store of bad ideas for the week.)
I found pretty flowers:
Also this cool plant that grew — flowers? Fruits? I do not know!
Some really excellent lichen.
Also Bones of Long-Dead Creatures in a more literal sense than usual.
My roommate & partner Rowan is finally home after too long, their truck is parked in the driveway, & they brought three boxes with most of their plates along, so we all had fun unpacking them & cooing over their excellent taste in pottery (& often their excellent skill, cos they made a LOT of it).
…only thing is I’m pretty sure Loiosh thought we were packing, not unpacking, cos he got REAL nervous. I had to pick him up & hold him some, & then he cuddled up on Rowan’s shoulder & would. Not. Move.
& then he went & laid down on their bed & made Dramatic Eyes.
It’s okay, baby boy. We’re staying. Ankle Rowan & Ankle Inoru gotta go to shows sometimes, just like you do with Momma, but we all live here now.