I had company over yesterday. As is her wont, Pixie vanished into her hiding place. I inadvertantly found her while looking for something.

Nothing says safe quite like squeezing in between an HF radio, a class-IV laser, and underneath an LCD monitor.

What the Pixie catches then releases, the Misha catches and wants to keep.

Viewer discretion is advised.

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Pixie seems to be a little confused on how the points-system works. I’m hoping she will read this, and maybe print out a copy to keep handy so she can reference it later.

• 5 Points – Catching a mouse.
• 10 Points – Killing a mouse.
• -5 Points – Letting a mouse go.
• -10 Points – Letting a mouse go in my bedroom.
• -15 Points – Letting a mouse go in my bedroom at 3:00am.
• 0 Points – Catching & killing a mouse, but keeping it a secret.
• -25 Points – Hiding the mousey remains so I won’t find it for a full month.

The real problem here is that it only takes one or two mistakes to wipe out the points she earns from a couple good jobs. This is only compounded by the fact that she doesn’t quite grasp the intricacies of the system, so she may think she’s done an awesome job in her own mind, while I meanwhile am spending the past month wondering what the heck is that smell in the livingroom and where the heck is it coming from.

Occasionally when I get home from work, I’ve been known to collapse on the sofa. By occasionally, I mean frequently.

So, there I am, sprawled on the sofa, typically with an arm hanging over the side. That’s when the Pixie creeps into action… for what seems like ages, if I’m laying on the sofa, she’ll come alongside, bump into my hand, then flop over and start scratching at the sofa.

Obviously she knows this is ‘bad’ and I’ll try grabbing at her feet or catch her tail or rubbing her tummy (she hates that) to try and dissuade her. Then she attacks my hand / arm, biting and scratching, and I yelp in pain and let go. Then it starts all over.

All this time, I just thought she was being a naughty kitty, exploiting my exhaustion so she could peel the fabric off the bottom of the sofa.

Until the time that I was too damn tired to care. As usual, she bumped my hand, then flopped over and started scratching the sofa. Except this time I didn’t bother to try and stop her.

Then after a few moments, she stopped by herself. She moved back to my hand and bumped it again. Scratched the sofa some more, then bumped my hand again.

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It’s been a game, the whole time, and I didn’t even know it. She wants me to grab her feet, catch her tail, rub her tummy, so that she can ‘fight’ my hand. I guess I didn’t clue in to the fact that she was just playing around, because she uses full claws and teeth – the blood and scarring caused me to think it was for-reals.

There were a few pictures from the roll I developed last night that were ok, or at least mildly interesting. I need to find something interesting to take pictures of.

These were shot with my Canonet GIII QL17, on Ilford HP5+ at ISO400. It was developed in T-Max for 6 1/2 minutes.