Casper I and Casper II, obviously white cats (and we all know that white cats are bizarre), preferred (and prefer - present tense for the living Casper II) to pull pins from patterns that have been waiting to be cut out. Just like that, unbeknownst to me, the pattern is soaked with saliva, is torn into shreds, and no white cat in sight! Because I am much too busy (or lazy) to pin patterns onto fabric and zip, cut them immediately, this is what I am left with. I will really have to hide those expensive vintage patterns as long as Casper II possesses pattern-pin-passion.
But Linus is the issue here; being "last pick" of the litter of 7, he demonstrates just why he was so left for me by those other litter pickers. Ragdolls aren't supposed to develop mats, HA!!!!! Twice he has been to the groomer down the street, who just happens to be a student of mine, to have tons of mats shaved off. This time, a month ago, he received a "lion cut," and if I could ever get him to sit still for a photo, I would let you see him.
Ragdolls are supposed to be wimps, but of course, Mr. Last Pick is anything but. He just loves to harass Casper II and Lucille, my 18 - 1/2 year old stray. He does romp with Teddy, the 15 or 16 pound Himalayan/Turkish Angora cross, until Linus takes one too many chomps on Teddy's rear end appendage. Linus has broken the paper tray off of my irreplaceable old workhorse printer, he broke a lamp, he takes great delight in knocking everything up high onto the floor and, you guessed it, it's broken. This particular kitten weighs about 14 pounds now, and unlike LITTLE kittens who are very naughty but small, he does 14 pounds or more worth of damage.
Now he is staring at me from the kitchen table, which is covered in uncut garment pieces camouflaged by the laundry covering the sewing project. The orange coat-to-be is soft, knit fleece, a sure magnet for Linus, so I had to hide 15 pieces before he rolled over for too many belly rubs and tore the pattern into shreds. The pins that he delights in throwing all over the place are resting on top of my stove. I hope none ended up in the cranberry nut bread baking in the oven. I wonder what he's thinking?
Aunt Ellyn. This is scary. We have enough similarities already (such as ending sentences with prepositions...) but to have similar pets too???? Bert (1980-1998) was a pin puller too. When I lived in my studio apartment in San Francisco I had to plan cutting out patterns when the cats were in deep R.E.M. Playing with tissue paper is something a cat cannot not do... but pulling out those plastic round headed pins? That was Bert's duty. I remember one time I went up north for the weekend during Christmas and when I came back, Bert had pulled out all the miniature Christmas light bulbs on the Christmas tree. Things are better with me and Violet but that might be because I stopped sewing with patterns and pins. Just an idea..... :-)
ReplyDeleteMaria. Well, we have always been too similar for the health of our family. I'm sure they all thought when I passed on, their lives would return to more-normal, but they forgot about YOU!!! From ugly dolls to Jack, I think, your cat who pooped in my suitcase. Just tonight when I came home, sure enough, someone's dingleberry dropped off on the front hallway! Your Bert still lasted a good, long time in spite of pin-passion, so that's reassuring. Perhaps Linus will breathe for 18 years, too...I can only hope. However, my sewing may take 18 years just to complete 1 miserable project.
ReplyDeleteOh oh. Jack pooped in your suitcase?????????????????? That's the first I've heard of THAT. Oh my. I'm not sure how to even comment on such a thing. Oh........my.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I read on Facebook that you're thinking of trying to figure out a way to get to Michigan to visit baby Kate next summer. Let me know what week you're doing that, okay? ;-)
Oh oh is right!!!! Your dad, I remember, went laughing through the hallway ranting, "Maria's cat shit in your sister's suitcase!" Oh, the aroma! Boy, did I laugh!
ReplyDeleteColleen said that she was going to organize some familial gathering next summer - you see, your dad was going to get me a ticket for this past summer, but alas, my paperwork is unfinished. Colleen told me to get my a-- in gear and get the paperwork finished so I can travel outside of this country without fear of never being able to return to public healthcare, etc. (Plus, I kind of like it here).
If I tell you which week, are you going to bring any cats???????
No. No cats. But Colleen sometimes brings Mango, her very sweet flesh eating parrot. He's really cute.
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