Happy Thanksgiving everyone! It is now 3a.m. here in sunny Southern California, and yes, I am still awake. I spent most of the evening pre-cooking some of tomorrow’s dinner and had lots of green tea with a Midol (which has caffeine in it), and it’s not like I don’t sleep late without caffeine anyway.
In honor of turkey day, I’d like to introduce you to the biggest turkey in our house:
Next time my relatives and nosy family friends ask me why I’m not yet pregnant after over 7 years of marriage, I’m going to say it’s because Maggie, aka Fatty, and her ginormous self likes to cuddle with her daddy and sometimes steps on Mr. CD’s goods (which can be painful – 25lb cat!). I don’t post about Maggie much, because, well, she doesn’t do anything. She’s is very complacent and just not very bright.
Whitey Coyote, on the other hand, is the alpha cat, is bright, has great yarn taste and is rather sneaky. She LOVES good yarn. She does not want yarns that I leave out for her on purpose, to bait her away from my other projects, but she only wants things that I don’t want her to touch, and she wants large balls of yarn. She really doesn’t do anything with them (not much mangling since the mohair/silk CATastrophe), except carry it all around the house to give me and the hubs presents.
The other day, I was playing around with some design ideas and had bunch of random yarns around me as I sketched. Whitey plopped down to help me draw, and I offered her a large ball of sock yarn, and a big leftover ball of Rio de la Plata’s Merino Pampa. She buried her nose in it each yarn and took a good whiff, but otherwise, she seemed (or feigned) disinterest. So, I decided to use her as my yarn rack.
This evening, I was reorganizing some of the yarn stock for Handicraft Café, but had to step away for a little bit to check up on some stuff in the oven. I came back and caught Whitey red-handed trying to find a way to get to the lovely Schaefer yarns, which I had pulled down from the stacks to reorganize. See, this is why all the yarns are well protected from Whitey’s grubby paws. The thing that I always seem to overlook is when I leave my knitting on the bed or on the couch to go do something else.