Paddy's Loss is Sylvester's Gain

One of the great things about our new cat Sylvester is that he loves to play with all the toys that Paddy has abandoned, like this Turbo Scratcher toy: 

 

Move Over Martha

There's a new crafter in town!

Sick Day

A couple weeks ago, I had a stomach bug, so I stayed home from work for the day.  I spent most of the day laying on the couch, watching Call the Midwife and Lark Rise to Candleford.  

During the morning, I got up to get something to drink from the kitchen and when I returned, this is what I found: 

 I told him that I was sick and needed to lie down.  He refused to move.  So, I squeezed in beside him.

 As you can see, he still refused to budge, not even an inch!  Eventually he gets up to get something to eat, and I resume my rightful place on the sofa.  But, then comes lunchtime and I get up to get myself something to eat.  I return to find this: 

Honestly, with these two around, I would have been better off having gone to work sick! 

Where's My Wool?

This winter I've been finding random woolen items strewn about the house in random places.  At first, I thought I had just misplaced them.  But soon I realized that SOMEONE had been taking them from their usual places and carrying them off to another location.  

Case in point: my wool leg warmers.  I normally keep them with the shoes, by our front door.  However, they often appear in various locations around the house.  One morning, I awoke to find one of my legwarmers in the hallway, outside of the upstairs bathroom-- there's NO way I misplaced just ONE of my legwarmers there!  

I have an ongoing craft project that I've been working on, I want to make a quilt out of felted wool sweaters.  It's a slow process, as it involves buying sweaters from thrift stores, bringing them home and felting them, and then carefully cutting them into rectangular pieces.  I recently acquired several wool sweaters in one thrift store trip, so I brought my basket full of felted wool rectangles upstairs, so I could work on my project.  Soon, I began finding the pieces of felted wool all over the living room. 

This, apparently, is why: 

I worked hard making those Sylvester, not cool I tell you!