Every day I think “this job can’t get any worse”. And then it does. The good news though, is that I am through the ‘crying hysterically about it’ phase, and have moved on to the ‘slightly manically laughing about it’ phase, instead.
So, if anyone out there wants to save my sanity by offering a full time job crocheting and / or secret bakering, do let me know… Because I have now sunk to new depths when it comes to obsessively making to distract myself (or new heights, I guess, if you happen to be Norman cat), and this weekend I actually baked….
…. cat cookies. (To be clear, these are cookies for cats; not cookies made from small fur balls). I can’t even eat them myself. Well I could, but tuna-oaty goodness doesn’t appeal to me in quite the way it seems to appeal to Norman.
I also made these as they seemed marginally more acceptable:
But I’ve just realised that in one blog post I have gone from ‘spinster with cat and crochet habit’ to ‘weird cat cookie making spinster with cat and crochet habit’. I’m not sure there is any hope left – all sanity has left the building. :o)