Home Alone; Another Self-Portrait

There is no other human or dog in the house but me. I don't even have a cat here to eat or at least kill the hoards of mice marching around here both day and night. I take issue with them, for I keep a clean house, and they are little freeloaders, in from the cold, eating my fiberglass insulation, electric wiring, and lord knows what else. I try not to think of it.

I asked Ruth if I could borrow Tank, her fat lady cat from across the street. Well I wasn't really serious, and she needs Tank over there for the same reason. They don't have mice; they do have Tank. I have so many 'feeding stations' out I should be attracting mice from miles away, but they don't seem to be bothered by their very special mouse 'food'.

They will keep coming. I will keep painting.