Early Morning

ok so i was awakened this morning by a crazed feral cat pouncing on my head. This seems to be the newest craze going around among feral cats...from what I hear. Thankfully, it was actually time to get up and, thankfully, claws were in the retracted position.
The joys of kittenhood! I am beginning to believe Atticus may be part dog though. He chews on everything! my arms, my fingers, my toes, my ears, my purse. The plastic liner that I put in his litter box. I went in the bathroom one morning and found the plastic liner completely in disarray. shredded on the edges, pulled into the center of the box so it was covering most of the litter. I don't now how he expected to be able to go to the bathroom with his box looking like that. And now ! now! he has taken to jumping out of his box at warp speed when he is finished doing whatever he does in there, because I must say i sometimes find him playing. litter flies everywhere, his tail fuzzes to 3 times its normal size. It's amazingly humorous but quite messy, I must say.
Moving on:
I ran across these little creatures (pictured above)on knitty.com and, yes, i am a KNITTING FREAK!!! I want to make them for my kitten! i think they would make wonderful toys for him. so adorable are they. Ulterier motive ... apply bells and maybe he will bite them and not me!

Never Assume a Southerner is Unarmed

My mother always says this. She even wants a printed bumper sticker with these exact words to put on her car to warn any would be jack-asses or car-jackers to "BACK OFF". I think she should get some of those Yosemite Sam mud flaps to put on her car.....the ones with Sam and his six-shooters that all of the 18-wheelers in Texas seem to have on their back wheels. But seeing as how she drives a gold hyundai, this might not work so well for her.

Although she "doesn't do housework", I decided to knit her a dishtowel. I'm a beginning knitter and can't make much else. She could at least use it to dry her hands if they ever did get wet somehow. My first knitting project!! Given to my dear sweet mother.

It turned out total crap! I couldn't possibly send it to her. I pictured her opening the package, her excitement overflowing...digging in the box .... pulling out the dishtowel. The dishtowel with uneven edges and a million and one dropped stitches. The dishtowel whose dimensions were more that of a dust rag cut randomly from a t-shirt. I pictured her cigarette, her glass of iced tea, her puzzled expression, her ever faithful chihuahua , Jackson, at her side......"what is it?............ a dustrag?.............. a washcloth for the dog? .............. Thank heavens she doesn't live close by or I'd have to display it."

The next time I'd visit I'd find the dishtowel sticking out of the same box I'd mailed it in, thrown somewhere in the corner of one of her closets, covered in dust.

"Mama! Why didn't you use this?"

"Use what? "

"This dishtowel I made for you. It took me 3 weeks to knit this! It's my first knitting project!!!"

"What dishtowel?"

"THIS DISHTOWEL!!!!!!"

"Is that what that is?"

"YES!!!!"

"Well, I didn't know."

The yarn was great! A wonderful cotton yarn I snagged from my friend, Peggy's, "'givin' away" stash. I've now decided to make my mother some socks. At least she can hide those in her shoes.