Sometimes, early in the morning and even late at night, I have a furry shop assistant who observes, it is true, more than she assists.
Here she is, crouched under the edge jointer and behind my coil of hose for the dust collector. The lumber behind her is rejected from the Southern Yellow Pine workbench that she's helping me with.
Sandie joined our household from the Cleveland Animal Protective League in December 2007. She spent the first three weeks cowering in our basement. So much so that I wanted to change her name to Grendel, the monster that inhabits the deeps.
Since then, we enclosed her in our tiny first-floor bathroom for a week or so, bringing her out so socialize throughout the day. She now has free range of the house. She's still a kitten (six months at this writing) and still pretty independent. She does appreciate certain peoples' company from time to time.
Overall, I appreciate having her around.
