She's Posting, She's Posting Not

I seem to be completely out of control of both my life and my blogs at the moment, so I'm resorting to cross-linking.  Sorry about that!!  But not sorry enough to refrain from doing so...

If you want to know what's been going on lately, check out my other blog here.

For decoration, I give you this photo.  If you link to the other blog, you will see the reason.

Poor Old Kitty

We have had one type and size of cat for 15 years or so: small, feisty, pretty, dignified (for the most part, except when hysterically clumsy) and quite the character.

She was well into adulthood when we got her in 1996, and so now she is an elder kitty, deserving of respect and care.

Unfortunately, for the last few months she has been unable to adequately clean herself, and has developed mats that were outrunning my ability to comb out.  It would take me half an hour of fighting with her to get one mat cleared, and the next day there would be two to take its place.

It got to the point where it just couldn't be comfortable for her, poor old thing, and I was concerned that she might develop some sort of skin issue that would cause her actual pain.  So off we took her to the groomers, and gave her a 'Lion Cut'.

She won't let me take a photo of her in this condition - she is currently in a state of High Dudgeon.

Can't say that I blame her.  Her head is literally twice as big as her body.  Poor old thing, she deserves her dignity, and instead she looks entirely ridiculous.  And pitiful - she is SO thin and bony.

I think of the three, she prefers being old and arthritic to being an object of ridicule.  Too unfair that she has to put up with all three.

I can relate.

Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

My new roommates have taken to fighting constantly, and it's driving me batty.

It doesn't help that the heating ducts create a magnifying resonance to their voices, so that I can hear them swearing at each other very clearly from nearly anywhere in the house. 

I guess it's their business if they want to beat up on each other (I can hear the blows falling), but it would help if they weren't so da*ned shrill.

I wish the cat would put a stop to it, but she's old and deaf, and sleeps right through the altercations.

Sometimes I hate winter.

Stupid mice.

Something to Cool the Heat

Here's the newest thing off the bobbins - doesn't this look like a bucket of nice cool sherbet? Just the thing for the heat and humidity lately. And since it's about 30% bamboo, it should keep the unpleasant moisture at bay.


The Boys say this is their favorite so far.








The Cat says I should stop blathering and get on with things.


There's cats to feed and heads to scritch, and time's a-wasting...

A Picture Story That's Not About Yarn

This is The Cat. She is laying in her favorite Summer Place - which also happens to be my Office Supplies Box.











Uh-oh. I've been caught looking at her!

"You are under my power. You will scritch me."







Hypnotized or not, I am definitely under her power.
















"What do you mean you have to get back to work? Just what do you think your job IS?!"













"Not that I care."