Cheek!

How come they always seem to choose the project that has

a) Just been cleaned/ironed or b) is hardest to clean or c) is most urgent or d) is destined for somebody with allergies or e) shows up cat hair (of any hue) the most!

or is any combination or ALL of the above!

Luckily mine particularly likes polar fleece offcuts, though yesterday she decided to sleep on a piece of embroidery in a large hoop.

Lizzy

I am empathizing and sympathizing with you on this. Is it a holiday for cats or something? Beltane perhaps? My little black tortie, with the curious face lied to the vet about her age, went into heat, had to be spayed. The vet said she would hide for a few hours when she got home. Never happened. Hit the ground running and hasn't stopped. It's a constant struggle to keep her out of the cabinets and the refrigerator, the dryer, the clothes washer...everywhere she should not be. She loves to have her little shaved tummy rubbed, and it's the only way to keep her still for a minute. Meanwhile, she is creating great clouds of noxious gases - for such a tiny cat, too! Do I have "sucker" tattooed on my forehead?

Mine does that when she gets milk as she is, like many cats, lactose intolerant. Guess what - she loves milk!

Lizzy

And then there is always the "I want to play what YOU are playing!!!" pounce on the current project, never mind the 5000 gazillion cat toys scattered about the livingroom!!! Oh, well, at least the dog enjoys playing with them. Besides, Scotty was busy hiding under the coffee table because of the Walpurgis Night fireworks; he wasn't coming out for ANYTHING, poor fellow. :-(

I set up at the Minigalleri on Thursday and have the interview with a journalist from the local paper, then my vernisage is on Sat. Since this is Ulricehamn's 700th anniversary, I thought I would have a bit of a medieval theme to my Art Quilts and also sew-up new garb. This was the project Isabelle was *so* interested in helping me with last night.

Erin

Embroidered kitty! What a treasure! ;)

We were vititing a friend on Sunday, for brunch after swimming. James's white T shirt was totally grey when we left, thanks to her large black panther, Harry. Adoreable cat: looks like a classic witches cat - thin and rangy and totally black with big yellow/green eyes... And as soppy as they come!

Me too! Ours are cute as hell when they are good, but it's like having armed toddlers when they act up!

Our become jet propelled! And steal milk but won't touch it if you give them it! We also have to be careful about whipped cream and cheese with them... They love it, but... :(

Oh, I'd LOVE to see pix of the quilts and the new garb! And have a good time with the festivities. :)

Cornflake usually likes to help more with the sewing than Sugar Puff, though she has her moments! However, I'm such a Whirling Dervish today that both are lying low!

Which is why I don't have cats!

I love my dogs more than most people. :-) LOL

AK in PA

I have had dogs. You don't fool me. Dogs have their own set of tricks

- different, but all the same, they take over your life. Dogs are nearly as good as cats at training people.

They aren't really the same... Dogs have owners: cats have staff!

Dogs have their own set of tricks

Dogs don't walk all over my food prep/eating area after just coming from their....duty.

Dogs don't get me up a 3AM scratching in their.. duty box.

Dogs don't sit in the bottom of my closet ontop of my hats.

Need I go on??????????????

LOL ,'-)

AK i n PA

This is why I have a Bunny. Kind of in between. Though of course I got a black and white one so she sheds on EVERYTHING.

Neither do my cats: they know better!

Mine go outside... They are free-range mogs and have access to the Great Outdoors 24/7.

Neither do mine: the hats are in hat boxes! :)

I do know what you mean, though. A friend's cat strode across my porridge one morning! Bleargh!

Our last pet, a cat, died AFTER both children were grown and gone. Having over the years had cats, dogs, rabbits, mice, etc. etc., I said "NO MORE", and now my only pet is dh.

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans

I've rarely met a cat I didn't want to talk to! :) Sometimes a cat and a mug of hot chocolate are heaven...

Oh, we chat to all the dogs and cats in the neighborhood - many of them come to visit us when we are sitting on the front porch - we just don't let any one of them own us.

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans.