Wool Basket Fighting 101:
When my good friend Anita passed away two years ago, her family came to clean out her house and when they had sorted through everything there were several things that they thought I might like to have. So I headed over to have a look at all that Anita had left. Among the stuff was a largish basket that she had used for putting her clean and picked wool in. This was great because I love baskets plus this one had poignant meaning for me since I had seen it every time I had gone to her house for a cup of tea. I brought it home and sat it in my living room and a few weeks later when we had our summer dyeing retreat I filled the basket with unspun wool that I had dyed. It wasn't very long before my old black cat Midnite discovered the comforts of the wool basket. He took ownership of it quite quickly and so now we refer to it as Midnite's basket. In the bottom of the basket is the same pile of wool that I had dyed at that retreat. It is now squashed down and somewhat felted and it is covered in black cat hair. Recently the wee kitty has decided that she likes the basket too. So now each morning the two cats have a fight over who will get to sleep in the basket.
The fight will go something like this... Midnite will come into the house, after a night outside on the town. He will have his breakfast and then head for his basket with the expectation of a long and fruitful day of sleeping and coziness... but then shortly after he settles down the wee kitty, (Little Monster, and never was a kitty more aptly named) will come along and bat at Midnite's head. This will progess to licking Midnite's ears and then slowly she will ooze her way into the basket, dislodging Midnite from the basket in the process. Midnite will proceed to his bowl to have a look and see if he left any crunchies there acting as if he meant to vacate the basket all along. Then he will sit in the middle of the living room looking more and more like a thunder cloud as time goes by. Meanwhile the kitty will settle into the basket of wool as if she is the Queen of Sheba. Finally, after an half an hour of missing his basket of wool, Midnite will go over and stare at the kitty in the basket for a while. This will then progress to Midnite licking the kitty's ears and so the cycle begins but with opposite cats doing the kicking out. Over and over this scene plays itself out until about mid way through the morning Midnite (who is a much fatter cat) will promptly get fed up with the whole business. At that point, diplomacy will frankly end and he will sit on the kitty's head.t This puts an end to such shinanigans as the kitty will indignantly remove herself from the scene and go sleep on Daughter #1's bed. I get a great kick out of watching the fight each morning. It is a quiet fight. No cats make any sound... they just diligently go about their business asserting who is top
Whitney Houston:
So sorry that such a beautiful voice has been lost to us... though I think in reality her voice was lost to us long before this... so sad to see the slow denigration of this lovely lady... so much to live for... so much thrown away... perhaps now she will find the peace her life never afforded.
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Maybe, eventually, the cats will figure out a way to curl up together and share the wool and the basket. When I still had Tig, he and Pud used to curl up together in the single-cat sized carrier and I could never figure how they managed it. There'd be tails hanging out, fur bulging through the sides and so much shared body heat, I was sure they were going to cook themselves. But they seemed to enjoy it despite being so cramped.
As for Blueberry - take your wheel but leave it in the vehicle. Then tell yourself, you can't fetch it in unless you've finished the current, priority, project.
Meantime, I'm trying to figure out just what I intend to take to work on. I do know it can't be anything too ambitious; I tend to spend entirely too much of my Saturday afternoon out there gabbing!
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