What is it with cats flopping in the sun when it’s freezing outside?
My best guess…unadulterated bliss.
I have a prototype made of a new pattern.
(Minus that it’s ripply…and needs the base stitch count adjusted. Yeesh, it’s just a first shot at something new. No need to pick it apart. I can handle the picking apart of it’s flaws on my own thankyouverymuch.)
IN THEORY, whatcha think?
Because let’s face it, a girl can never have too many tissue box covers. Am I right?
So, it’s Saturday…I’m watching football (omg the season is MORE than half over *insert tears here*), and playing with yarn as I should. That’s what Saturdays in November are all about.
Since I got that all finished up and I am starting on the refining of the pattern, I wanted to pop in and say “Hey”.
So “Hey”, hope you are having a ridiculously amazing crafting weekend!
*insert gratuitos cat photo…wait for it…wait for it…
I could really give 2 hoots about Halloween, and yet this year I am making another post with a Halloween theme.
I was only trying to finish a hat for a gift, and the cats WOULD NOT leave me alone.
So I decided to mess with them a little and of course take pictures.
Presenting the worst cat costumes ever.
I really don’t believe that there EVER was a “cat in the hat”
They left me alone after that.
Because the internet is all about cat photos, dontcha know? (Oh how I miss Sarah Palin in the news…I really do a great impression of her, and usually at the most inappropriate times. I’m awesome like that.)
Moving on…it’s Sunday…I’m wiped out from the week…I overslept & missed a 5k Race for the Cure this morning…the craft show was a bust yesterday…
I’m following Lexi’s lead and napping on the couch all day & watching football…
Kind of like Shark Week only milder…and there are no sharks…sharks are cool.
Orphans are not. Well, their parents are not.
The orphans themselves are actually quite cool.
Me and my bad-assy friends are orphan magnets.
Badasses are really marshmallows on the inside.
Cali showed up on the deck during a snow storm and never left. I couldn’t bear to see someone else take her after caring for the pitiful little thing. Not so pitifully malnourished now, huh…
Then came little Lexi into our lives after being dumped at a shelter because she was “too needy” and has a 3rd ear. You get used to the little tuft of extra fur behind her right ear, it’s really no big deal. Again, not so little anymore…
This past summer, a very pregnant Barnie showed up at Martha’s house down the street, had 5 kittens and never left. We found homes for a couple of her kids, but Martha has Maverick and D has Iceman. They are happy hardass barn cats that we all love.
Enter stage left…Rickie. A 2 week-old, eyes not open yet raccoon with a very dead mama. She stayed at D’s house for several weeks and terrorized her dog and was bottle fed every 2 hours. She has finally been placed with a DNR (Dept. of Natural Resources) reintroduction officer this past week.
Now, meet Angel.
This is a few hours after being rescued literally from the middle of the highway; traffic stopped so Martha could snatch her up before being flattened. There were no houses nearby, she was deliberately dumped or accidentally lost, who knows. But she is safe now. Dirty, dehydrated, hungry and only 4 weeks old. This time Martha got the job of bottle feeding every 2 hours.
In just a matter of a couple of days, she is all cleaned up, eating and drinking on her own, and becoming more bright-eyed and playful all the time. Yay!
Her incarceration is nearly over. (Martha has a dog too – so Angel was sequestered to the kitchen.)
We found her a place to be. She goes to a foster home tomorrow, and should be with her real family in about a week.
(The a-holes at the Humane Society said they were going to euthanize her ~ aw HELL NO)
Score another one for the Badassy Marshmallow Gang 🙂
The countdown has begun at my house.
My child is bouncing off the walls wanting to open gifts. At 15, you’d think he might have outgrown that…no dice.
We finally got the tree up last night, and the presents are slowly piling up underneath.
It’s time to take a deep ~ relaxing ~ breath…
and crochet while curled up under Granny’s poinsettia afghan.
This week will be over very soon and I want to enjoy this holiday.
I think I am ready.
Even the cats have finally found some peace.
Who would have ever thought I would see this, considering their mutual intolerance over the past 9 months? First sign of love between the two of them…ever.