She’s watching us

This evening, after Shep was in bed, Tom and I were catching up on the day when we noticed out of the corners of our eyes that Neko was hard at work in the kitchen. She had a big pile of shirts, and was methodically flattening them between two pieces of silpat. She buzzed around the shirt, tucking here and striaghtening there. Passing over them with a travel pack of Kleenex. Finally, she would knock the shirt off the bench and into a waiting bowl below.

All of a sudden we realized what she was doing—she was silkscreening t-shirts.

Now if you haven’t seen the whole set-up in the shop, you wouldn’t be able to appreciate the accuracy with which she had replicated each step. But it was uncanny.

We can’t decide whether to be amazed and proud, or suddenly aware that we are living with Big Brother (Sister?). She’s watching our every move.