"One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten's fault entirely." (L. Carroll, Through the Looking Glass)
I'm Yankee-Born and Southern-Raised, which makes me kind of Southern Gothic (in the old literary sense of the word). After 15 years in the Big Apple, I spent 4 years on a farm in Michigan raising chickens and llamas and learning to spin, knit, and needle-felt. Now I'm back home in NYC with my much-beloved spouse and one crazy tortiseshell cat. You can also find me on Ravelry.com as okitten.
5 comments:
*giggles*
Gort seems like he'd be a blast at parties. He would make passes at all the chicks and drink your best scotch. Crazy alien!
LMAO!!
ROFL Uhoh - did Gort get into your sour milk and loose all his inhibitions?
Lmfao... the purple ones know how to party :-)
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