I got a package from my PRGE Secret Pal today. Not only did it smell like the U.K. and have all kinds of yarn-y goodness in it...
...but it contained this fantastic pair of socks that Isis and I were both quite smitten with.
Apparently they were quite tasty.
Not to mention fuzzy, black and red and toasty!
In the Bag
Everyone becomes very intrigued when it's time to empty the litterboxes. For some reason, I suddenly have several assistants (usually waiting with full bowels and/or bladders to use the freshly cleaned box). Here's the scene this week when I had one nice (supposedly) empty kitty litter bag.
Morgan: What are you looking at?
Isis: Hey! You aren't kitty litter!
Morgan: Well, of course I'm not kitty litter, dummy...do I look like garbage (or worse) to you? [muttering under cat-breath] Not that I'd ever call you trash, you silly weed--despite the fact that they gave you thumbs when they were handing out brains...
"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.