I have four cats. I do all my modeling in the basement so one of the highlights of their day is when daddy finally creeps down the basement stairs just after dinner to work on a project.
They all parade noisily down the stairs just in front of me and gather around my modeling bench. Each cat has his own position; the grey one on my right, next to the bottled water containers, the two black ones on top of several plastic container boxes and my 15 year old cat stretched out on a rubber standing pad that I bought for my self so I would'nt have to stand on the cold concrete. Even though I am developing ankle problems from standing on the cold floor, my debillitating pain is secondary to just knowing that the old girl is snug as a bug.
Oh, theres the usual missing pieces from the sprues; my favorite was when I was nailing it on a beautiful ME 109 and after admiring my beautiful paint jub, the canopy and painted pilot had deserted for warmer climes; probably somewhere under the clothes washer or the refrigerator, I'll bet.
Then there's the gifts of dead lizards, mice and occasional bird feathers plopped right in the middle of my Dumas Fokker Eindecker. Those dried up lizards mix in a little too well with rest of the kit. Took me awhile to figure out why those longerons and formers had dark brown scales... and those mice fit in nicely into the open cockpit.Why not? Kinda ghoulish though, seeing poor little Micky crop dusting my wifes petunias out back by the shed.
What wonderful creatures; all the love and knowledge in the universe is tied right into a cat; are we good enough to share such a precious gift?
I do my best to earn their love and respect every day.