April 04, 2010
Rock and Roll!
Sister and fambly went a-rockin’ and a-rollin’ in the earthquake but they report that all is okay. Now I have my fingers tightly crossed that Mother Nature doesn’t turn her malevolent eye toward the Northwest. Our last one, which rolled through many years ago, was a 6.8 and that was plenty strong enough for me, thank you.
Joon has recently become a scoop-and-drink-water-with-your-paw kitty. Never had one of those before. It’s adorable but, good God, she carries a lot of crap around between her toes! Hair, dust, dirt, cat litter, bits of dried insect, maybe even Amelia Earhart is hidden up in there somewhere—and all of it ends up in the water bowl, meaning I have become a slave to the rinse and refill routine. Which is particularly annoying since I had bought them a self-waterer Explicitly to Avoid This.
I have also discovered—and this is a lot less grody—that both cats smell like cinnamon. I have no idea why. I don’t keep any cinnamon-scented things around except, well, cinnamon, and that’s in a bottle on a shelf. And, yes, this means I have been snuffling and wuffling in their fur. It’s what I do; I spend my time knitting and snufflewuffling.
I recovered from the FBS fiasco with the aid of lots of medication and therapy. Oh, sure, when I was actually talking to the therapist I pretended our discussion was about relationship, childhood, and self-esteem issues but in the back of my mind I knew what I was really talking about. Then I turned my attention back to the Recession of Ought Nine Sweater, completed the first sleeve, and promptly ran out of black Cascade 220, but this had long been predicted so no rending of garments or gnashing of teeth. Besides, more has been procured. Easy, that.
Despite the fact that I’m a roly-poly puppy, I can usually get away with wearing stripes, but not the ones on this sweater. They make me look ginormously ginormous. Still, the sweater is comfortable and the sleeves fit well, so I can see myself wearing it a lot next fall.
This sweater-knitting thing is starting to grow on me. Now I’m eyeballing Lochinver (Ravelry link) in a nice terra cotta. Nummy.
Snufflewuffle!!!
Posted by: Swapna on April 4, 2010 10:37 PMI love that black and blue and green sweater! Mmmm, want. Re: Lochinver. Didn't you already knit a gansey-type sweater? But if you want another one, go for it. I'm just checking my memory banks for bugs.
Posted by: kmkat on April 5, 2010 09:18 AMMy dogs paws and the tops of their heads smell like fritos. Yes, I smell them because I'm often snuggling them. Even the paws. I can't help it. They are delicious.
I have a sweater that makes me look like my belly should be pushed so that I'll giggle. I think it would be better if it was a V-neck rather than a round neck. Round necks are not a friend to the big-chested gal. But I love it, it is warm so I wear it around the house.
Posted by: Laurie on April 5, 2010 09:56 PMAh, so that's where Jimmy Hoffa is! They haven't checked between your cat's toes...
I like that stripy sweater. If nothing else, it's great for at home -- or when it gets so cold, nobody cares what anybody looks like.
Glad you made it through the earthquake OK!
Posted by: Batty on April 6, 2010 06:49 PMSnufflewuffling. I do that, too, and so do several of my pets. You haven't been snufflewuffled until you've been so by a llama! Heh... My cats tend to smell like hay. Or dust. Or rarely, smoke. (I guess they smell like a camping trip?) And I think the sweater is loverly!
Cat
Posted by: Cat on April 6, 2010 06:50 PMI hate to harsh your buzz, but wouldn't Lochinver also count as horizontal stripes? A tad more subtle, but perhaps similarly less than flattering? I've tried the gansey thing, too, and I'm here to tell you that this roly-poly shortie did some serious frogging the day she tried on that poor sweater. The yarn is still cursed.
Posted by: Judith in Ottawa on April 6, 2010 07:17 PM"I have been snuffling and wuffling in their fur."
Doesn't everyone?
Posted by: ccr in MA on April 7, 2010 06:33 PM"I have been snuffling and wuffling in their fur."
Looks like there's a lot of us. Not cinnamon exactly, but one of my cats always smells like french toast.
I have a paw drinker, too, plus one who likes to splash about in the water bowls. As long as they don't do it and promptly go in the litter box. I can handle the grody water bowls better than declumping their paws. Eeeeuuuuwwwww!
Posted by: Amy on April 8, 2010 11:39 AM