Change the fur to match the carpet and you would have my Aramis.

Hence the nickname "Suicide cat." She makes going down the basement stairs an act of suicide.

For the first time in years, 5 years to be more precise, my Sia-mutt Aramis was the cat snuggled up to me last night. I suppose I've finally been forgiven for having the kids and moving her fuzzy butt to Arizona.
This would be the same Aramis, known to visitors as "You have a third cat?" or "Basement cat" or more frequently "Suicide cat" (for her habit of sleeping in random places on the stairs whose color she matches precisely.)

She has been losing weight due to an enforced diet, and has been in the last week testing the waters by venturing upstairs and actually become her old affectionate self again. When we were living in Las Cruces and Austin she was the one cat most frequently waiting to pin you to the couch or chair or floor for pettins, and was renown for her cuddles and LOUD purr. I am so glad to see that version of her coming back around.

And Balomir is helpin'. He inspects the thread as it comes through for taste and durability.

really

just ask him

I lay out the wool for cutting. Aramis bogarts it, and starts.reeling.it.in.



darned cat.

cross posted to sewing_cats

The sharpest claw is the most effective.

All the facilitates the purr is to be sought.

Regardless of how it seems - I meant to do that.

There can be no loss of a fight, only disinterest.

I am small, soft and yielding, yet I am denied nothing.

There is not one thing I can not accomplish by my will alone.

The center of self is existence, hence the center of existence is self.

If you can not eat it, chase it, kill it, or sleep on or with it, it has no worth.

giggle
The Grand Dame of black cats approves of the embroideries.



Looks like Gypsy prefers a queen's garments to a duke's.

Taking 2 children (6 and 3), and 2 cats (7 and 13) to the vet.

The children will listen to nothing you say, and shriek till the cats are ready to shred everyone. The cats will fuss and hiss and claw, requiring the most awesome vet tech in the universe (with the flame print scrubs) to go get the double thick towel and the huge leather gloves. The teeny tiny french vet will be gentle and helpful and you will fear for her life at the hand of your ferocious cats.

Gypsy went in for her senior wellness check, Balo for what turns out to be an impacted anal gland that burst. (eeeeeeeewwwwww.....)
I will get the call tomorrow with the results of Gypsy's tests and any adjustments to her meds. The compounding pharmacy should be calling me when Balo's antibiotics are ready. The vet, tech, and I all agreed that trying to pill the ferocious incredibly strong Russian Blue boy cat would be a bad idea, and we are gonna go the flavored liquid antibiotics in gooshy food route.

He gets to go back Tuesday at 2 for a recheck.

Why hello there Beer... I do believe I've earned you.

How do I know?
The picture of this month's cat looks just like Midge, the princess fluffy butt herself.
Yay.

The sharpest claw is the most effective.

All the facilitates the purr is to be sought.

Regardless of how it seems - I meant to do that.

There can be no loss of a fight, only disinterest.

I am small, soft and yielding, yet I am denied nothing.

There is not one thing I can not accomplish by my will alone.

The center of self is existence, hence the center of existence is self.

If you can not eat it, chase it, kill it, or sleep on or with it, it has no worth.

sez you too young