Are you sick of kitty pictures yet?

I was working on that crocheted vest, and my little supervisors came over to check on the progress. Ben found it tedious, and fell asleep. Emphasis on fell. Crashed head-first into slumber, bang, thunk! Pepper, like any girl, found the movement of the hands quite hypnotic.


DH sat down to watch TV. He has a higher body temperature than I do. The AC is colder than the cats or I like, so they moved over to the warm spot in the house.

If laughter is the best medicine, these two are happy pills. I laugh out loud at them at least seven times a day. Depressed people should get a daily dose of kittens and puppies.

I took the babies in for their first check-up. They were stacked in their carriers, feeling fairly calm and interested in things until a guy came in with a huge part-wolf on a leash. Very well-behaved, polite dog. Quite casually, in passing, the dog sniffed at Ben's cage, and Ben instantly blew up to the size of a small canteloupe and showed all of his tiny baby teeth in a hiss of fierce intimidation. He hurt the poor doggie's feelings. But other than that, and getting their temperatures taken (How RUDE!!!) It was a peacefull, painless trip. And now Ben can brag about how he Frightened a Wolf!

I picked up the neck of the turquoise sweater last night. It's all sewn together and just a few inches of ribbing away from being completely finished. Pictures tomorrow.

I finished the re-write on my western and as a reward, I get to sew. I'm going to work on a disappearing nine-patch. (If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.) And then I'm going to warp the loom.