The last time I blogged about a dream I had with knitting, it wasn’t a good dream. Well this one was much better until I woke up.
You see, I dreamed (I was half awake, actually) that I had designed and knitted up a really pretty lace shawlette in an emerald green. It was knit top down and the sides of the triangle were slightly ruffled. I don’t remember what the “inside” of the shawl looked like, but I’m sure it was perfect.
Then my cat started meowing at me, in real life, but I was still half dreaming that Patches was trying to market the pattern for me (mar-cat-ing?) but she lost the sample and the only copy of the pattern. Of course, I was fully awake by that point and upset that she lost my work and wasn’t letting me go back to sleep even thought it was 5.30am and still dark out. Moral of the story?
Don’t trust this face.
Posted in Knitting
Tagged cats, designs
I had a wonderfully quiet weekend with (almost) no chores. Just what the doctor ordered.
Long time readers know that I love collecting cute and/or unusual cups. Target did not fail me this weekend. Check out this cute guy that came home with me this weekend.
I love his little flippers
He’s just the right size for a cup of coffee too. My owl mug is just too big for my morning cup. I love him and Ninja does too.
There's nothing in there for you.
Cats are the original photo bombers, I swear.
This is what I have to put up with when I use the computer:
Once I pull out the laptop, she’s all over me begging for attention. I love her eyes.
Posted in Cute Things
Yes it fits! It fits easily over the ball of my foot! And the heel is long enough! And I hope the rest of this stupid sock goes well! I don’t want to rip out all the progress I’ve made.
Progress, thy name is sock heel!
I implore you, dear readers, to send me good vibes that help make this sock finally work. If I have to reknit this one to match it’s mate, I think I will scream. I don’t think I will, I’ll probably just cast on for a new project.
The cats are adjusting to their new life pretty well. They are very playful and fast learners. They’ve also provided us a lot of laughs.
Ninja is suspicious
Ninja is certainly living up to her name. She loves sneaking up on her sister, Patches, and playing tag. She also enjoys having her belly rubbed and licking my feet. Apparently, I have a good flavor. Unfortunately, Patches won’t stay still long enough for me to take a picture of her. I admire people who take good photos of their pets. Misty was easy because she was so lazy and Jerry loved having his photo taken. I need to start getting them used to posing, I suppose.
For more works in progress, check out the list at Tami’s blog.
Saturday husband and I broke down and went cat “shopping”. We were planning on getting an adult cat (note the singular) but we came home with two 6 month old kittens. We saw then when we adopted Misty so they’ve been at Petsmart since September as 3 month old kittens.
Ninja loves to hide and perform feats of strength
After realizing that, we realized that we *had* to take them home. The upside is, since they are sisters and get along super well, they’ve been keeping each other entertained. The downside is that I’m sure they will be double trouble. So far they’ve just been in awe of everything, especially the window.
Patches is more cuddly than Ninja
Poor babies have never lived in a house so everything is new to them. It’s been neat to watch them “discover” things like the scratching post or see birds fly by the window.
These girls are going to be a lot of work but so far they’ve been good. I hope I still feel this way when they cause trouble. *wink*
Last night, husband and I made the painful decision to put down our new cat Misty. The past few days she wasn’t able to keep down any food but we didn’t expect it to be anything super serious. It turns out she had feline heart worms which are deadly to cats. She had fluid in her lungs and her intestines were messed up as well from it.
We had the option to treat the symptoms and see if she would pass off the worms her self but the vet did warn us that she could go suddenly. While it would have been cheaper to treat her, in the long run it just didn’t make sense. She also most likely had this for at least six months so we adopted a sick kitty with out really knowing it.
I’ll miss her but the feelings of grief I have are all selfish. Truth be told, we only had her for three months so we were still bonding with her. I’m mostly tired of being surrounded by sickness and death and loss. I realize that’s a part of life but I don’t see my friends going through the same amount of stuff at 26. I’m more angry at fate and I’m just pleading for a break from the powers that be.
My Christmas wish is to have a dull, boring and uneventful 2012. And with that, I put these feelings behind me. Tomorrow will be crafty business as usual and I’ll be back to my perky self.
Posted in Deep Thoughts
The cat has a problem. She loves sitting in boxes full of junk. I emptied out a box and put a blanket in it. She’s ignored that. This is her favorite box.
I am the cat in the box
I think we’re going to have to stage an intervention for her soon. There are smaller and emptier boxes in the house but she ignores those. What a weirdo. Yet I am glad she ignores my baskets of yarn.
I am absolutely besotted with this silly cat. She’s so far ignored my knitting while it’s in my hands and while I was blocking a scarf. She hasn’t sniffed it, she hasn’t looked at it, she doesn’t care. I am *so* glad but I’m also wondering if she’s lulling me into a false sense of security before she attacks on the cashmere yarn.
She’s so pretty!
In knitting news, I’ve broken down and purchased the Bee Keeper’s Quilt and I’ll be starting on my hexipuffs soon. I tried to be strong but it’s so cute! And I have scraps of sock yarn everywhere. It’ll be a nice way to collect a bunch of FOs.
Saturday brought us a new (to us) car and a cat! Her name is Misty Sunshine LaRoux. Yes, I like giving my pets super long names.
Isn't she sweet?
We got her from PetSmart where she was living for the last three weeks. She came into the shelter in July after her original owner couldn’t keep her any more. She’s three and has a very sweet and snuggly attitude. The upside of her already being a house cat is that she’s got good manners. She’s acting like she’s been here forever and has taken to sleeping at our feet (or on my head) which melted our hearts. Or perhaps she’s lulling us into a false sense of security? One can never be sure with a cat!
My Two Cuties