I like rainy mornings best when I don’t have to be anywhere.
Paws in my coffee.
Tag Archives: cat
Wait For It
Dinah
Great Gran’s cat, Dinah, crossed the rainbow bridge on Tuesday. I bet they were happy to see each other.
Catinet
Where the cups go is really a play house.
School Is Hard Work
At least his tail is out of the way.
There’s a condensation experiment in progress on the yellow table. Ellie is making notes about her observations. The cat is exhausted from all the cursive,
Hiding Place
Betty also loves carrots.
MeYOW
Roger Again
“I hold him by his paw.”
Me: No stuffed friends in the bathroom.
Ellie: Him not stuffed! Him Real!
Me (stalling for time to counter that): Already? What made Roger Real?
Ellie: You did. Every bit.
Roger got to sit on the shelf while Ellie had her shower.
The Cat is just about ready for the test knitters. But are the test knitters ready for the Cat?
Roger
I finished the cat. His name is Roger.
Ellie was thrilled. And possessive.
Here’s the best picture I managed of him alone.
Because of this kind of thing.
And this.
It’s naptime, so I am about to go borrow him for some ‘studio’ work. It’s risky, but I don’t know what else to do. Ellie says we can give pictures together another try this afternoon. She says she will hold him by one paw so that everyone can see what he looks like.
I think I’ve got my cat pattern test knitters already (rabbit pattern surplus), but if not, you’ll be the first to know.
The Cuteness! It Burns!
Life is too short not to give into temptation.
It seems that I have raised my child to believe the same thing.
She used to want a grey kitty. Now she wants this one and she says he doesn’t need a body or arms and legs. He is perfect just the way he is thank you. They watched Shaun the Sheep together. It wasn’t at all weird.
I love this yarn.
I’m lying. It was totally weird that Ellie watched TV with a disembodied (pre-embodied?) cat head. But the heart wants what it wants.