K is for. . .

K is for my Kipper cat. However, this post won't be a "oooohh she's the sweetest kitty in the whole world post." (Though, of course she is).

This a story of how weird the animal-human link can be.

I first knew about Kip in 1980. This was 12 years before she physically entered my life.

In 1980, I was the human for the Gray and Orange cats. However, one night I dreamt about a black and white cat with a pushed-in face. When I woke up, I knew I had dreamt about my next cat.

The years went on and by 1992, I was cat-less. Also, the hubster (who wasn't the hubster yet) and I were beginning our relationship. At the time, he lived in an apartment building in Brooklyn that had a backyard courtyard.

Many feral cats lived in that courtyard.

Also living in the building was a woman the hubster worked with. She told the hubster about a little feral cat who would climb the fire escape and look in her window. She had cats and couldn't take in another one, but she made a nest for the cat in a large flower pot in the courtyard and she would feed her. She also looked out for the little cat and she noticed that the little cat kept herself apart from the other feral cats.

When hubster told me the story of the little cat looking in his friend's window, my heart just ached. Here was a sweet, lonely cat longing for a warm, safe home.

Well, you know where this story is going.

We went to Brooklyn and rescued the little cat. She was sitting like a princess on top of a blanket in the large flower pot. When I first saw her, I said, "That can't be her!"

It was.

There she was--my black and white cat with the pushed-in face.

It Socks to be Me

I have a confession. . . . I like sock yarn. NO, NO, NO--I don't like sock yarn, I love, adore, worship sock yarn. Sock yarn is my goddess. My be-all and everything in life. I walk into a yarn shop and I'm a magnet for sock yarn.



Another view:



That's enough yarn for 30 pairs of socks. I'm sure you're thinking, "Gee, that isn't so bad." However, how many socks have I actually knitted? 4 and a half pairs. Yes, folks, in the four years that I've been knitting, I've averaged a pair a year.

Hmmmm. . . . getting out the calculator and the actuarial table, it seems that I've achieved SABLE. (Stash Acquistion Beyond Life Expectancy)

Here's an example of double SABLE:



That's sock yarn I inherited from my Mom's yarn stash. My mother inherited that yarn from her friend. We're talking antique sock yarn. Look at that price tag--39 cents!



My Mom's friend passed away about fifteen years ago and I wonder how long she had that yarn. And I think I better add the sock yarn stash to my will.

Onto something lighter and cuter. DeFeet of Cuteness



DeSnit of DeDay:

It's a warmish sunny day out. Am I going to get out and about and enjoy it? Noooooooo! Ms. Procrastinator has put off till the absolute last moment some work that needs doing. I woulda, coulda, shoulda done this two weeks ago. I woulda, coulda, shoulda done this two days ago. AAAARGH!