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I seriously sometimes hate my work. I know that models are important and so such, if only because it’s easier to see some things and majority of people can’t read and understand plans and sections, but gods. I sometimes so much hate this job. So so much.
Say hello to Viola (also known as Whiskas). I found her with my dad today by his door, tiny bundle of unhappiness, that somebody felt they needed to get rid of. She’s tiny, I estimate 5 weeks, she was shaking with fear and hunger and the big bad world that was too scary for her. And someone had thrown her away. She couldn’t wandered here alone by herself- she’s too small, there aren’t any cats in neighbourhood with kitten at the moment and she was raised with people, because she’s not afraid at all. If she were wild, I wouldn’t be even able to pick her up, not to mention checking her sex! Unfortunately she’s not staying here- Rozenkrantz is already jealous, so brb, looking for a nice new home for her.
Words can’t describe what I want to do to a person who left her by my door. With blunt knife.
Went to craft fair today with my parent and aunt and came back happier, poorer and with handfuls of trinkets. And this is my nicest finding- collaged fish brooch by Edyta Tomaszek. Lovely.


