Pictures Found

Most of you already know this, but I just wanted to report that I've found my picture disks. When I had my extra room redone, I took that opportunity to clean out and reorganize some of my things. It was during this time that, in an attempt to make more room in the desk, I moved my picture disks to the little cabinet that contains my photo albums. I still can't bring myself to look through them yet, but at least I know they're still there.

Two Tigra Pictures

I still haven't found my disks, but I did find these two photos. I belong to a feral cat caregivers group on Ravelry, and we like to flash pictures of our cats. I had uploaded these photos to my flickr account, so I could post them to that picture thread. Thank God for flickr, and that ravelry thread. I still desparately want to find those disks. If I don't, I've lost several years worth of Christmas, family, and garden, as well as cat pictures. Please, help me, God. I miss her so much.

I wish I could find the words to give her the tribute she deserves. She was so much more than just a stray cat running around. She was mine.

Grieving

I just lost one of my outdoor cats. Tigra was born to one of my feral mama cats in 2005. She started her life wild and fearful, but that wildness was short-lived. She was the first of our ferals to be spayed, when we started our TNR with the colony. I used to sit outside and sing Sunday School songs to get the cats used to the sound of my voice, and she was the first to begin warming up to me. It wasn't long before she was sitting in my lap, allowing me to pet her as I sang my songs, and she eventually became an indoor/outdoor cat. She loved to sit in my lap any chance she got, and she loved water. I know cats are supposed to hate water, but she loved it. she especially loved to drink dripping or running water from the faucet or hose. She used to stand under my planters so she could drink the water as it drained through the plants. I really loved her so much.
We came home from church to find that she'd been hit by a car. My heart is so broken. To make things even harder, I can't find any of my picture disks. I wanted to post a picture tribute to her, and I can't find my pictures. I'm going to have to go, because I'm getting too emotional to continue. Please, pray for me. My Tigra's gone, and I have no pictures to remember her by.

Complete Honesty followed by...A Knitting Story?

Hello, readers. I'm sitting here, trying to write, and it just isn't coming. I have a topic (knitting, of course), and even a picture ready to be added, but no words. Well that isn't entirely true. I have the essence of the story in my mind, but no introductory sentences to open with. So, rather than let my blog continue in silence, I'm just sitting here writing whatever comes to my mind. Is it boring enough? lol
Ok, I'll just plunge in with my story, and see where it goes...
Last year, I knitted my sister a pair of fingerless mitts. She needed something to keep her hands warm that didn't interfere with the use of her fingers. I found out later that her husband had confiscated them during the running of some errands. She went in to pay a bill or something, and when she came out he was wearing her mitts. I guess the lacy rib pattern enabled them to stretch over his larger hands. He knew they were women's gloves, but when the steering wheel is cold, that doesn't matter. lol
So this year, I'm making him a pair of his own. I searched Ravelry, and found this basic pattern for men's fingerless gloves (click on the word "impatient" in the lower right corner. That will take you to the pattern). These gloves will be a nice challange, because they have tubes for each finger. I've made plenty of topless mitts, but this is my first attempt at gloves with indivisual finger tubes. Just a finger and a half, plus the thumb, and I'll be finished with one glove. This is actually quite fun. Of course, I may feel differently, when it's time to weave in all those yarn tails.

Breakfast With Morty

I was sitting out on my screened porch, enjoying my breakfast of powdered sugar mini donuts and a diet coke (a health nut I am not). Morty, my sweet but sometimes bratty little yellow cat, wouldn't stop bugging me. I broke off a small piece for him, thinking he'd taste it, realize he didn't like it, then leave me alone. Guess what folks...he liked it...

A Nice Gesture

Dave and I were at Tuesday Morning, when I pointed out a display of scarves. I told Dave how much I loved the idea of the plastic rings for hanging scarves, and wondered if Hobby Lobby would have something I could use for this purpose. We had planned to go there next, but we didn't have to. The cashier had overheard our conversation, and after we paid for our purchases, she reached under the counter, pulled out a handful of those plastic rings, and bagged them up for us. Now I can hang my knitted scarves, leaving room in my drawer for other things. I just love our local Tuesday Morning. :)