who likes clin path???

I made it MYSELF--isn't it purrrty???

...I guess it's just me then(FYI--you are looking at cat blood)

what am I?

what am I?

(A) a sweater?
(B) a hat?
(C) a scarf?
(D) nota?

Where's the knitty?

Saphire is cheerfully modeling the mistake rib scarf from sally melville's the purl stitch

So I started the blog to show off my knitting. Its way too fugly to wear in public but way to time consuming to not show off. The blog was going to be the perfect solution.
The problem?
I haven't knitted ANYTHING since starting the blog.
First of all--blogging time has seriously cut into my (already limited) knitting time.
secondly...................I think I'm in a knitting funk. Everything I touch lately has to be frogged soon after. Dropped stitches galore.

**********SIGH********
it's gotten so bad that don't even WANT to play with the pretty yarn. :-(

DIARY OF A CAT

A DOG'S DIARY
Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
Diary of a Cat

DAY 752:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another
houseplant.
DAY 761:

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 762:

Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765:
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not
working according to plan..
DAY 768:

I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771:

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774: I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the
other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to molespeak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...

Dancing Queen

I went to my first real life drag show (with real life drag queens) last sat night. It was in a church basement in Brooklyn. I thought it would be weird but it was just slightly uncomfortable.
I'm not all that familiar with the drag queen culture so I had no idea who most of the queens were supposed to be.

I know the first guy was Diana Ross. But that was only because I know the guy and he told me he was Diana Ross. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have had a clue.
I sat in a corner, near the wall so I did not receive any lap dances :-(

But I had a good time anyway.

The magical bunny butt tour

I envy those

who have never had to shave down a matted angora bunny butt. 45 minutes of sweating, crying and inhaling loose fur and the thing looked exactly the same. Matts and all. It is as if the hair MAGICALLY grows back and matts itself as soon as I clip it.

GOT HAY???!!!???