Today I completed my first independent book sculpture.  I use the word independent in that I did it at home and wasn't commissioned or paid to make it.
I have as yet to title him.   But while he sets upon one of my shelves his pet name is Jerry.

As I work I have found that there is one dangerous element in my studio.
This element is that all those bits of paper are fascinating to a certain force of destruction.
Each time I open the door this bit of chaos streak in to clear shelves, shred paper, and cause general mayhem.
Her name is Tama,
 I call her the silver bullet.  What ever she ricochets off of  there will be serious collateral damage.  Twice I have had to rescue Jerry from her jaws..  He is now perched on a shelf (hopefully) out of reach.

Do not let this innocent little face fool you.  That is a cat hiding in the chair cushions.
 when you go to set down the razors of doom will savage you where you least want to be savaged.

Here is the savage at work.  I would sic the dog on her but he thinks she is adorable and can do no wrong....
and I though he was smart.  Alas kitten-age rules for now.  And my art quivers in dreadful anticipation.