Catzzzz

Back home, just a quarter past nine and Misty and I are in bed. I’ll be back filming on Monday, just need to make myself mad repeating things all day tomorrow and job’s a good’un. What a lovely unusual break I’ve had with Lou, right in the middle of this lovely little job with people we’ve heard of. It’s so odd, the scale of “known”. I guess I’m “known” now in some circles. I spoke to a close friend and named my scenepartner in this and she immediately knew who that actor was. I haven’t been watching the right things mayhaps. I’m trying to raise my watch so I can balance when I meet the makers. But there’s too much for me to have seen it all and I missed the stuff she’s in and there’s not enough time in the day to make shit and also consume all the shit other people make. I’m happy to generate and keep an eye on it enough that I’m not out of whack with the prevalent styles.

Sad to leave Brighton. Sad to leave Lou. I burnt it back up to the catflat, to find grumpy creatures howling for grub. They’ve both eaten. I was woken up in Brighton at 4 by a stroppy cat. Brian had Boo wired up to an auto feeder and it was golden. Now she understands the correlation between people and food, as Misty has a daily feed routine. We will have to dump the gravity feeder before long now, and just replenish wet and dry for her, and she is never going to be anything other than vocal about it all.

I’m up for it. We now have two great cats. Boo is just generally very opinionated. “She’ll be better once she’s done,” I’m told, and my whole discomfort about what we have done to cats rides to the front. Evolution has had nothing to do with cats since we domesticated them. The gene pool has been arbitrated and many of the variants that have got this far have got hideous issues that only manifest if we don’t cut their bollocks off / seal them up. “It’s kinder to spay,” and it is, now, because our cats aren’t viable when real, and we don’t want them to be unmanageable anyway so we convince ourselves its for their own good rather than just our convenience as we don’t want to be kept up all night by. yowling.

I’m going to lie in my puddle of cats mumbling lines to myself.

This is delightful nonsense that we do.