



Pattern here.
While drying: (after washing it 4 effing times and it still needs one more washing
It really is fun to watch this go from a seemingly unshapely thing into a little bit of kitty heaven.
Even the girls crafted with me. They felt like clay that day. A rare treat indeed to hang with them.
Next shot will after Christmas with the cat in it. I'm trying to keep it a secret. He'll ignore it just to mess with me. Because waking me up a 5:30 AM on the freakin weekend and eating the tree and puking it up in MY spaces isn't enough. He must still be mad from our conversation last Sunday.
B-Whatcha making?
Me-A burial bag for the cat.
B-Oh that's nice, you're so mean.
Me-I have enough yarn for one for you too honey.
B-At least I'll go warm
In the meantime, Linus becomes quite ill looking with an obvious cold. Oh shit.
Long and not funny enough to post about story short, he got over it in a day. Guess he wants that bed.
And this is how he repays me.
Lifted from the counter while we were out of the kitchen. He once did that with a roast beef and got the dog in trouble for it. The thief of meats.
Let it not be said, I never drink and knit.
Thanks blogless Debbie, for taking such an artsy picture! I does not look like worms in my cider, but I sure could go for one now. And thank you Meg, for making my Christmas extra special in the form of a handknit gift :)