Sekhmet, that fucker, is gnawing on my ankle as I type. I'd take a photo, but the camera is in the other room. She looks like a furry, demented python with whiskers.
The Goober has found her favorite book, "That's not my kitten", which I had hidden. (I need to do a better job of it, next time.) We have read it three times and she wants to read it a fourth, and to make that desire known, keeps dropping it on my computer keyboard.
Sekhmet is still biting my ankle. We have a theory in this house that all cats are insane because they have hair between their toes and their eyelids are furry. Think about it. Wouldn't you be insane if your eyelids were furry?
And the book just hit my keyboard again.
Remember the gusset-thingie in the green sweater? The one done with short-rows I was trying not to think about? Well. I got it about one-quarter done yesterday, and realized it was done wrong. (Short rows in pattern. Arg.) So I've gotta tear it out and start over. The good news is, when I get frustrated with the body, I mindlessly knit on the edging, and it's over half done:
I'm tying in those dark pink strings every fifty rows, so I don't have to go back and count from the beginning every time I turn around. When the edge is done, I'll use scissors and clip out the pink strings. Just ignore those baby feet poking into the photo.
So there's the goal list for the day: redo the short-row gusset thingie, and remain sane. I think I've got better odds on the gusset thingie.
7 comments:
Julie! Did you see? On MSN this morning the "It" color for fall is.......Grey!!
that totally explains why my cats are so much nuttier than previous feline companions. More toes = more hair to drive them insane.
The fur between my toes IS what made me crazy... your theory is perfectly valid...
(My two cats were treating my bed like a trampoline last night while we were in it. Fucking furry-toed bastards...)
did you include the Goober's legs for scale in that photo??? It works!
When I read the title "That's not my kitten," I instantly thought of Terry Pratchett's "Where's My Cow?" (I've never read the kid's book, just the version that appears in his book "Thud!"
"Where's My Cow" s one of my favorite books.
Cats are not crazy. We are. They made us that way.
Those are not baby feet. Those are little kid feet in the photo. Good for a sense of scale.
I remember reading good night moon to my neice so many times I didn't have to look at the words to read the story.
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