Fred, the moebius - and other furry personalities

Two summers ago at the Oregon Flock and fiber Fest, I ran across the Iron Mountain Hand Spinners and Dye-works, and found a skein of fluffy PINK wool that I just had to have. I had promised myself that I could shop till my basket was full, and the wool would have over-filled the basket, but I just had to have it. And then the twelve-year-old girl who had dyed the skein saw me holding and stroking it and shyly admitted that it was her handiwork. That clinched it. I told her I would love it and hug it and take it home and name it Fred. and after I had paid for it, I wrapped it around the crown of my hat and wore it the rest of the day.

Fred has lived in my stash, smiling shyly at me every time I dug into the pink basket. And last week, I HAD to knit with Fred. So, using size 10 circulars, I knitted a wide moebius in k1,p1 rib, and now I can wrap myself in Fred anytime I like.


As cowl or shawl, Fred is a cuddlesome delight.

On the other furry personalities front, here are some kitty pictures:
Ben is such a handsome lad.

Fly went out and got involved in a little fracas which involved a cat bite. We all know how toxic those can be. He got a great big abcess which, due to the extremely thick layer of fat wrapping his ribs, didn't show up for several days. Then we hustled him in to the vet, got a patch shaved, opened, and cleaned, and then had to spend two weeks, dosing him twice a day. Now, except for the bare spot, he is right as rain. I never want to let him outside again, but he has talked DH into sympathy with his "Free the fat cat" bill. Still, he doesn't stay out as long as he used to. And when he comes in, he wants to cuddle that bare spot right up against me.