More cats, less artwork

Everyone's away for Easter...so I get to look after their cats.

Zora I

Cats and Artwork

I had the pleasure to be part of a photo series by artist Maeshelle West-Davies this past week and not only did she take some lovely photos of me and my posing partner, but I also had the chance to snap a couple of great shots featuring the more outgoing ones of her five cats...

Shorty contemplating the outside world

Things I do at work Pt. II

Ostern ist gleich vorbei...aber ich lasse es mir nicht nehmen auch noch ein paar Bilder von gefärbten Ostereiern zu posten. Frohe Ostern everybody! Ich hoffe eures war harmonischer als meins...

Things I do at work...

Funny bread faces? Way to mainstream. This is what I made (and what half the class copied of course...)

Also, one of them did a portrait of a teacher. Quite accurate I dare say...

Der Miezenapparat @ Kulturcafé Plan B

Am 25. Februar 2012 gaben sie sich mal wieder die Ehre. Es war wie immer ein wundervoller Abend...

Dirty streets and weary feet

A not so short excursion into London's street art scene this past Monday with London Detours...

Peer Pressure

    
Exactly that...but maybe this will make me work on pictures a bit quicker in the future...hahaha.

I don't want to be a film star...

...and here you can see clearly that I never will be.

How to make a cat happy

Ja wie bloß? Vielleicht mit einem 10kg Sack Katzenfutter? Oder mit 36 Beuteln furchtbar stinkendem super-spezial Nassfutter? Oder den kostenlosen Snacks? Oder gar mit der beigelegten kleinen Spielzeugmaus, die mittlerweile schon jeden Zentimeter des Zimmers kennt?

Nein, die ultimative 'Happiness'-Zutat ist natürlich der Karton!

Look what arrived today...

Nur für Jools...

Schlafstörungen...

...soll Baldrian ja eigentlich beheben. Sieht bei Lucy aber ganz nach dem Gegenteil aus.

bug biting

Weggefährten mit Tackerklammern im Ohr...

...und Sicherheitsnadeln im Kopf.

Diese Zwei haben mich auf der Zugfahrt nach Hause bewacht. Irgendwo werden sie vielleicht gerade vermisst.

Summer in town

The promised storm did not come. A few feeble drops cooled things down for half a day. The joy I felt when I first heard the wind slightly rustling the tree's leaves, when it grew more fierce whilst the light retreated steadily, blowing scraps of paper and all the rubbish across the pavements and the tarmac still radiating the day's heat, when finally I ran downstairs, outside to catch the pelting raindrops on my hot and sweaty skin, the joy is gone. Muffled by the dry air, sickly sweet with the smell of blooming trees.

back to the roots

Hatte ich's schon erwähnt? 

Da mein treuer PC seine mittlerweile mehr als 8 Jahre nicht mehr verleugnen kann und wieder ein Mal genau die gleichen Zicken, wie vor etwa einem halben Jahr veranstaltet, stand eine Neuerung ins Haus... 

simple creature

Sometimes I'm really just a simple creature. And that's why this was my greatest achievement today so far...

a rather long post about cats

Cats that crossed my path in the last months and stood still long enough to have their picture taken...

The black backyard cat - took a while to convince her I'm friendly.

Garfield-like tomcat from my street. Took him in for a couple of hours to save him from the cold winter air. He had icicles hanging from his whiskers...

zwei mal acht und ein bisschen seetang

Heute in der Otto-Schill-Straße gesehen. Toll.

Kleiner Mann - was nun?

Ah yes, I'm still alive...although I managed to let more than a month pass between today and the last entry...

And even now I should be doing something else instead of writing this. All I've been really doing recently is complaining. A very female trait. Or a very German one?