For those of you who are interested (if you're not, just hum a few bars of something - I'll be back in a second), these were knit with a magic loop, from the toe up. First for me and I like it!
I'm back. I've been chipping away at the snow load and Mother Nature has been giving me a hand by a) not dropping anymore snow on us and b) providing daytime temps that encourage meltage. Unfortunately, our night time temps encourage freezage.
Which is why this is my view every night and every morning:
|Lump A (left) and Lump B (right)|
Peanut Butter and Lovey, respectively.
Lumps are interchangeable, as are the blankies
|We believe it is a little boy dumpling.|
*****I have been feeding the cats at the dairy farm's abandoned farmhouse for almost two years. During that time, a female cat (which I named Grayce because she's gray and I'm so creative) has been a constant. She is, thankfully - I think, fingers crossed - spayed. I seem to remember her from some years ago as a catch, spay and release project from a well-meaning but dingle berry local woman. This is the same woman who 'set free' a neutered male, long-haired city cat that got so matted and burr-infested that he had to be trapped, shaved and rehomed INSIDE, poor boy. Anyhoo, Grayce has gone through her share of boyfriends and seems to have settled on a rather taciturn male with tiger stripes. They get along, she whacks him on a regular basis and he puts up with it, and all has been going swimmingly. Until his insane doppelganger arrived. This boy has hormones up the wazoo and gets into fights on a regular basis. He's a mess and has upset the apple cart of harmony. We're stuck with him because...
|There are steps there, somewhere.|