Ms. O’Kitten hasn’t shown you any pictures of me in awhile. She says it’s been too cold to take any. I say pooh-pooh to cold! But then again, she’s not nearly as fluffy as I am. Poor Ms. O'Kitten!
Ms. O’Kitten says I’m 28 weeks old now. I’m not sure what that means, but I think it means that I’m getting very, very big.
Here I am on my way to dinner. This is pretty much the best time of day. When O’Kitten gets the dishes out, I bounce all over! Sometimes my mom and my grandma try to eat out of my dish, and I have to try to push them out of the way. They’re still bigger than me, but not for long, heehee!
But I’m not so big yet that I don’t still enjoy a little visit to the milk bar now and then...
"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.