Live Without Me No More

Pete dropped my camera. We’ve been pawing it like puzzled sloths, trying to get it to work again. I was starting to think I might have to break down and – ya know – write something. That sounds a lot like work; fortunately, this happened.

Cat blankets from the stealth knitters! Just in time, as the last batch are almost gone, except for a couple of hardy ones that for some reason didn’t get cat-kneaded into non-existence. The cats, especially those who end up spending time in a cage, love these. And adopters love them as well. When we send one home with them and let them know that people actually knit them for the cat or kitten they adopted, they get a real understanding that animal rescue is a community affair.

With five adoptables in the house, certainly we first had to check them out with the cats who were sunning on the porch. Seven and Patter gave them a once over. Seven apparently believes they make better toys than beds.

In the cat facility, Fluffy gives the blankets a snuggle test. Apparently he approves:

The cats are so happy when they get new things that smell and feel differently from the same-old same-old boring towels that smell like my usual laundry. I’ll add more photos tomorrow when they get added to their runs!

Thank you! Thank you! It’s so wonderful to know you are thinking of us!

PatterBlankets

And now everyone is happier.

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Sung By Anyone

I'm no better at crocheting than knitting - at which, you may recall, I am terrible - but it occurred to me I might stitch up scarves for the men's shelter, though not the shelter itself. It is a building and does not wear scarves, silly.

I’m no better at crocheting than knitting – at which, you may recall, I am terrible – but it occurred to me I might stitch up scarves for the men’s shelter, though not the shelter itself. It is a building and does not wear scarves, silly.

Even so, it's not all glamor being me! This weekend, I smashed my thumbnail below the nail line, necessitating the cutting of my nails. TRAUMA! I also steamed the crap out of my thumb, during which moment my one thought was, "Shit, I will NEVER do this to an entire lobster!"

Even so, it’s not all glamor being me! This weekend, I smashed my thumbnail below the nail line, necessitating the cutting of my nails. TRAUMA! I also steamed the crap out of my thumb, during which moment my one thought was, “Shit, I will NEVER do this to an entire lobster!”

What She Said To Me

Using what we have on hand to learn more about what we'd like to do, we planted a sprouted sweet potato to find out how the plant grows, probably for next year's planting. First thing: plant sweet potatoes after the thaw. Oops. Second: plant it in crappy soil and ignore it a lot. Oops. Guess I should quit asking it, "Who's a pretty sweet potato? Who? Who?"

Using what we have on hand to learn more about what we’d like to do, we planted a sprouted sweet potato to find out how the plant grows, probably for next year’s planting. First thing: plant sweet potatoes after the thaw. Oops. Second: plant it in crappy soil and ignore it a lot. Oops. Guess I should quit asking it, “Who’s a pretty sweet potato? Who? Who?”