As my friend Suzy says, "Red-headed cats are just different." Otis certainly is. All our other cats came to understand quickly that the words "It's night time, time to come in and be safe." meant that I scooped them up and brought them inside before dusk. Otis just has to do it his own way so I spend a fair amount of time literally herding him towards the house and into the door. Hey little cat, there are coyotes who consider critters like you to be comfort food.
In between bouts of cat herding I finished up Episode 5 of my podcast, Trueyarns. Things were a little slow because I discovered that I had lost most of my recorded segments. Oh well. Once again please. With Feeling. While waiting for the file to upload I worked on organizing my stash by taping yarn wrappers and a sample of the yarn onto heavy sheets of 8.5 x 11 sheets of paper and putting them in a three ring binder. Every little bit counts.
That it pays to comment (and read other blogs) is shown in this photograph. Bookish Wendy offered up some duplicate Interweave magazines. I asked for and received the Spring of 2005. Thank you Wendy! She is preggers and looking DIVINE.
posted by Earin Marybird @ 5:39 PM
2 Comments:
My mother always told the cats to come in at night because that's when the kittyhawks came out. You could always try that one on Otis. Of course my mother never had an orange cat...
... and I don't actually remember an instance where the cats listened to her and came in directly. Ah well. Back to herding cats.
So glad it got to you! I'm off to listen to the new episode!
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