Incoherent Scribblings

Start-itis

Apparently I have had a bad case of “start-itis” this week! After I finished “Little Cactus” yesterday I didn’t go back to “Passing Admirers” or even start my EMS RR. Instead I started a completely new project!

I was browsing through my stash and looking longingly at the two Mirabila designs I bought a couple of months ago and was seriously thinking about starting one of them. However, since I haven’t stitched a Mirabila yet, I thought I should try something small.

In one of my ONS orders a while back I was sent the 2004 Cherub with Tree. She is cute, but wasn’t calling to me. However, it made remember that I had the other cherubs downloaded and that I thought the 2001 Guardian Cherub was especially sweet. (Why have I been so fond of mother/baby designs lately? Is my biological clock ticking?)

So, last night at 1:00 am I printed her out, cut out the material, and kitted her up. I had to take the cats to the vet this morning (which was quite the adventure) and only worked on it for about an hour today. I will have to order some Kreinik braids and beads to finish it, so I probably won’t try and do it all in one sitting. So now I have another WIP to add to my pile!

I will start on my EMS RR soon… I promise!

Kampfkatze

Hello, Mouse here. I believe on occasion my human servant (aka blondelibrarian) has written about me. Contrary to what she might think, I am the boss of the household and today I have finally decided to take control of the laptop so that I may lodge an official notice of protest concerning the injustice inflicted upon me today.

I am a healthy feline. I may only weigh seven pounds on a “fat” day, be approaching 13 years, and, because I am long-haired, occasionally regurgitate a hairball, but that by no means gives my servant (she calls herself my “Mama,” but she is nothing more than a servant to me) the right to pack me up into that glorified purse and take me to see that evil woman that smells like 100 other animals and pokes me with sharp objects. Since I am not ill, I do not believe under any circumstances that these visits to that voodoo doctor benefit me in any way, shape, or form.

I was immediately suspicious this morning when my pillow (I believe my human servant refers to him as “husband”… whatever that means!) brought that traveling contraption into the living room. That contraption can only mean two things: We are going to visit that nasty woman that my pillow refers to as “mother” or we are going to see the voodoo doctor. Either way, it puts me in a bad mood.

Because I assumed we were going to be doing one of these things which I do not like, I decided I might as well start out by being contrary. The places that I can find to hide and fit my fuzzy body into are amazing! I was snickering under my breath as I heard my servant cursing me while she rushed around the apartment looking for me. Apparently we were running late and I was making things difficult. Heh! Things were going according to plan…

Unfortunately for me, my servant is much bigger than I am, more intelligent than I give her credit for, and not afraid of me or my attitude. Along with the riff-raff (aka Scooter and Harley) I was packed up into the glorified purse and put into the belly of that metallic beast. A short while later we stopped and I immediately knew we were at the voodoo doctor’s.

When my servant removed me from the bag, placed me on that cold metallic table, and the voodoo doctor approached me, I let out my most fearsome growl. The voodoo doctor chuckled at me, called me “Kampfkatze,” and told her assistant the story of last spring when I smacked her so hard with my declawed front paw that I left a bruise.

I felt that I was being patronized and since the assistant looked young and naïve I decided to give them all a dose of my attitude. I began to roar like a tiger, smacked them a bit, and even tried to bite.

My servant would have none of that though and I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was trying to be authoritative. I sunk my back claws into her arm and tried to get away, but she had me by the scruff of my neck. By this time the evil voodoo doctor had looked into my eyes and ears and was getting ready to take my temperature. As soon as she lifted my tail, I lost control. I knew what was going to happen next and so I leaped from the table and even sunk my teeth into my servant’s arm. I typically don’t do that, but they weren’t putting that thermometer where “the sun don’t shine!” What an insult to my dignity! Hmmph!

Then, to add insult to injury, they tried to wrap me in a towel. Ha ha! I was too slippery for them though and got away. However, by then the voodoo doctor and my servant had reached the limits of their patience. The evil doctor came after me with a fishing net! Once I was in there I couldn’t get away. And so while I continued to growl and hiss at the injustice of being netted like fish, they poked me with one of those sharp objects that makes your skin burn. With one final hiss I was dumped back into the traveling contraption and was made to wait while the other riff-raff was subjected to the same exploitation.

I think I had sufficiently frightened Harley (that ‘fraidy cat!) because she wasn’t very cooperative with the voodoo doctor either. But oh, how I hate that damned Scooter! He was good and the voodoo doctor was cooing over what a sweet natured boy he was. Bah!

Oh well, I got my revenge. I threw up a hairball on my servant’s lap on the way home.