Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome, and this is Typing With Wet Paws. This is a big week, because I got to host a professional conference right here in our home. The hoomans call it a pest inspection (spoiler alert, there aren’t any) but Mama Anna was quick to mention that our family has a resident organic pest control specialist in-house. The hooman woman who came in first immediately knew Mama Anna mean “kitty,” and she called her partner, a male hooman, from downstairs to come see me. Not only did they praise my inherent good looks, but the woman person asked Mama Anna if I ever stared at any odd places along walls or cabinets. Mama Anna said no, and that if I did find any pests, I would kill them and bring them to her. She is right. I would, but there aren’t any so far. The man person told the woman person that was a really good question to ask, because we organic pest control specialists can pick up things that the hoomans miss.

Here you see me with Nyx, Mama Anna’s new Archer and Olive blackout journal. She loves it. I will let her show Nyx to you. Mama Anna sometimes names her things, and sometimes they have genders, but not always. I thin Nyx is a girl, but I don’t know for sure. What I do know is that when she is ready to take N yx out of the box for real and have her live in the bookshelf instead of the box, that box is mine. Mama Anna says she will use it to store stickers or cardstock but we will see about that. I am a cat. It is a box. Do the math. I am still lobbying for her to get one of the same company’s journals that has black, white, and kraft pages, because that will then be her calico journal.

I will let Mama Anna show the inside of the book when she wants to, but she has found that keeping regular journals is essential to her creative process. Right now, she likes the A5 Exceed journal, lined, with 100gsm paper. She is also thinking about getting a stencil to draw lines on pages that don’t have any, so that she can make any journal a lined journal. She’ll do it, too. Either that or figure out a way to deal without them. She’s smart like that.

Today is one of those days when having a built-in fur coat comes in really handy. Papa and Mama Anna are both home but they have to wear sweatshirts and big socks and that kind of thing, and all I need is me. I also like to sleep on the afghan Aunt Linda made them a while back. It is ivory colored, and has cables like an Irish fisherman sweater, and we all love it a lot. Mama Anna says that after lunch, she may snuggle under a blanket (maybe that one, maybe another one) with some journal stuff, a mug of tea, a vintage historical romance novel, and, of course, me. Papa might join us. He likes to look at his glowy box a lot, but he reads books sometimes, too. That would be super warm if it was all three of us.

That’s probably it for this week, apart from Mama Anna admitting she owes a blog from yesterday. She does have stuff in mind to talk about, so it’s really in her best interest to get to them. How is your week going?