Video of the Fish is coming later, and also video of the Mocus.
For now, I leave you with some pictures (including one of me with NO PANTS ON) before I head for bed, because it's Friday, and because the Fish enjoys her fame.
THAT is what I see unexpectedly when I look up while I'm painting. The shelf I use to store my old paints has no back, and through it I can see Fish, sitting on the back of the comfy chair, her eyes gleaming green as absinthe. She is like a little hell-sprite.
Behold:
Her eyes do that even in person. It's eerie as hell.
I want to emphasize that she is a beautiful cat, as you can clearly see:
And yet she often has all the dignity of a beached whale, as evidenced by how often she cannot even manage to be picked up without flopping into a graceless heap:
As you can see, she has buttcheeks. Buttcheeks.
One of her favorite things is fencing. Sargon has a plastic rapier near the desk for such purposes, and here he demonstrates its use on a prone cat.
She'll also do this standing up. I'll try to get video, as it's fucking adorable.
And, as promised, a picture of me with no pants on, trying to kiss a very reluctant cat:
We got no shortage of cute around here, no sirree.