Stripes and Cats

 Knitpicks sock yarn hat moving along at a clip.

Ellen I love the striping. 

It was said to snow 2 inches an hour last night;

I can only knit that fast on big needles with biggy yarn. 

 At 17, dear Rosalyn spends much of the day on the kitchen radiator…..snoozing.   She is the sweetest cat you will ever meet.  It is impossible for me to listen to her breath sounds with a stethoscope. She purrs too loudly from the second you go to her. 

I don't understand people who Hate cats.

I don't understand people who hate any animal.

I am afraid of mice, but I don't hate them.

The people who Hate cats almost always have never

been owned by one. 

Our cats in our life began with our marriage.  

Magen (named for Magen's Bay in the Virgin Islands…our honeymoon and a heart shaped beach) 

Fiona (Named for my Irish friend's niece) 

Rosalyn (named at the shelter we adopted her from) 

Radar (Named for his acute sight that compensated for his deafness) 

Beatles (named as part of the Pippa Litter born in our house)

Tank (renamed after we inherited him.  He's rather large.

Now also known as Uncle Tank because he watches over Magpie)

Pie (Named Magpie by the staff at the animal hospital who saved her life. She was brought in by good samaritans who found her on the roadside .  She was a wee kitten who was too long without food or water, and decompensating fast ) 

There you have it.  Striped knitting and 

cat names…..

today's post.