It's been a long three months. I'm still digging out from under all the baggage from last autumn. As the Goob so succinctly put it it at a family gathering last week, "Mom's side of the family tree is all dead." So. Yeah. Digging.
When Sekhmet died, everyone wanted to know if I was going to get a new cat. I figured the right one would find us, just like when Sekhmet turned up on our back porch.
About six weeks ago, I got a call from my MIL. Her bestest friend had found a lovely kitty on her porch, and I was catless, did I want her?
And here we are.
Honu, bless her heart, is a moron. She was a stray her entire life (8ish months) before turning up on our friend's back porch. She has no people skills. None. Sekhmet knew instinctively that when the hoomins were in a dark room, laying down, it was time to be quiet. Honu? She jumps on my back and screeches. At 3AM.
The Goob wants to know when I'm gonna "train the cat like Sekhmet". I'M WORKING ON IT, KID!!
But Honu is polite - when playing she keeps her claws in and barely nibbles. Sweet kitty. Just dumb.
As always in a crisis, I've been trying to keep my hands busy so I don't kill people. I hunched over my spinning wheel and produced a crapload of yarn:
...well, imagine a big pile of yarn here. I'm still trying to figure out how to get my pictures out of my phone, even with the freaking Google ap. Feh.
In my own half-assed way, I'm doing the Tour de Fleece; I just finished 350 yards of a Fiber Optic gradient that is getting entered in the county fair, and am maybe 1/4 through a half pound of fiber that will be a "novelty yarn" for the county fair.
That's about it, kids. Digging out from The Pit of Despair (you gotta make fun of it) and trying to get back on track.
Maybe I'll figure out how to post these spinning pictures. :)