cats

State of the household

There have been some changes. More on that soon. The current state of the household:

  • Kolohe (my 11-year-old tabby): “Eh, whatever. Can has ear rubs, humans?”
  • Frank (Noah’s 17-year-old tuxie): “New cats? Whatevs. I’ve done this before. That food looks tasty.”
  • Toph (Noah’s 2-year-old):NOPE. Not coming out of the sewing room. I’m chickenshit.”

and then there’s Beryl. Oh, Beryl.

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October 6, 2015

Begin at the beginning

Perfectionism will get you every time. 

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April 16, 2014

kitty-kid

I rushed Tenzing to the vet’s this morning. It doesn’t look good. He was carrying his right front paw limply and screeching to wake me up at 5am today, and I hoped it was just a physical injury. The vet believes we are looking at either a catastrophic neurological problem, a stroke, or something physical like a slipped disc that would cause numbness.

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August 24, 2013

Even the cat is sleepy

It was one of those Clean ALL The Things weekends. (If you’ve never read the comic that inspired that statement, stop now, go read it, and then come back here.)

After a bench scraper, lots of bleach, elbow grease, and the passage of time, my kitchen is no longer a disaster zone. I had to resist the urge to lie on my countertops, to attempt to cuddle with them.

September 12, 2011

Little stars at night

I mentioned recently that I’d been holding off on Adam and Brenda’s quilt until I had my skills up, and that it was time to get started, because I had the skills. I picked up the very soothing English paper piecing, and the last thing left to do was master foundation piecing. If that last sentence didn’t make any sense to you, the short version is that if I take my intended finished block design, break it into component parts, and print it onto some easy-to-tear paper, I can use the paper as a direct template to sew complicated patterns with dead-on accuracy.

September 7, 2011

Kitty trust

We are back home from another round of vet visits. Last night, I wasn’t sure if I needed to take Tenzing to the vet again, but this morning, after a rough night for everyone concerned, I was sure. He’s normally grateful when I (finally!) go to bed each night, and sleeps contentedly on my knees, but last night was different. Through the night last night, he woke me every 1.5 - 2 hours, needing to be held and comforted.

This wasn’t Tenzing.

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August 20, 2011

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