Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Cat Assistant At Work

My new kitty assistant has informed me that his name is Grady. He has one of those tiny squeaks, like you'd stepped on a mouse, so I wasn't sure exactly what he was telling me for about a week. Not a terribly manly voice, but who am I to complain?

Thus far he's done his job well, usually bringing me my tools when I ask for them, especially if I'm using a catnip mouse in my experiments. Those he'll usually bring to me whenever I drop them. Now I just have to get him to bring me my coffee in the mornings or my eyeglasses when I can't remember where I've parked them.

Here he is, helping me with my newest project. I'm assembling a smallish zeppelin in my sitting room and the gasbag involves a lot of sewing, so young Master Grady has been a big help keeping the fabric steady and occasionally yanking on the ends to straighten them. I hope he'll do just as well when I start on my Rampaging Robot Army. He'd better know how to put in rivets, charge a battery, and load a cannon.

Great assistant, but he is a shameless exhibitionist. Nobody needs to see kitten junk.