food, crochet, merriment
I looked down from my computer just in time to see little Chili at my feet. She’s soooooo incredibly fluffy that I thought to myself–wouldn’t it be amazing to have a pair of socks that were that soft? I’ll have to put that on my birthday list. “Socks as fluffy and soft as Chili.” Check.
Oh.
Nevermind.
I’m good.
Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.
*sigh*
We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.
This one has only ever been called the Tiger….
and this one is our grey baby.
And lastly, this calico beauty–we call Chili– has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..
dare I say it?
I’m keeping her.
I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….
look at that face.
Ok, is your heart just melting right now? Mine is. Our little babies are at that adorable phase where they look more like stuffed animals than actual, live kittens.
This is Tilly Clawhauser, our true calico.
Of course, they are also at the age where they wiggle so much that it’s a miracle if I can get a clear picture of them…at all.
This is little Tiger Tummy.
And in case you’re worried, nooooo, I’m not holding them by the neck to get the shot. They are sitting on my lap and I’m propping them up with my hand. My sweet little grandson saw the pictures and asked why I was choking them. I’m not, honey…I swear. Yikes.
This is Jersey Pie.
Lastly, we have the one we simply call Grey Baby. Because except for his feet, he’s…you know…grey.
I love, love, LOVE having kittens in the house. It just makes me so happy. Plus, it makes the grandkids visit more often.
That’s a big plus.
The very night that I wrote the last post– this sweet girl found her safe place and had her babies. Four!! Ok, ok, not 20…four. But they are beautiful and very interesting.
For the last two litters. she had some variation of white brown striped tabbies–much like herself. We did get a bit of that–like this one– a sweet grey tiger wth white paws.
And this little brown and black tiger. So adorable and exactly what we expected. But then…
Where on earth did this lovely thing come from? She’s –am I safe to assume that calicos–even diluted ones, are girls?–is white with grey and brown spots!!
You can see her back more clearly here. Reminds me of a Jersey cow.
I have to admit that the biggest and most adorable mystery is this one. A full orange, brown, black and white Calico!!! And isn’t she just gorgeous?!!
I think it’s safe to say that Lyla is very content and happy with this mom stuff. She seems to positively love it.
And so do I!!
I suppose it’s no secret that I’ve turned into a puzzle freak these days. The thing is that I listen to TONS of talks, books on tapes and webinars and I absolutely MUST do something while I listen. If I have a non complicated crochet project, then that’s my busy-hands-project-of-choice. But if not–it’s a puzzle baby!
Sweet little Lyla, taking a much needed nap. Babies coming any day now. Hee hee!!
Did I mention my thing with puzzles? Yeah, I’m not kidding. This one felt good to work on while it was snowing outside.
This pretty little pattern was the forest-y colored request from mama for Linky’s baby blanket. It was soooo soft and stretchy. I have to pretend that the blanket is actually a hug from Grammy.
Can’t have much of a post about things to love without our crazy man Hobbes being in it. I don’t think he has slept in the same position twice in his life! Haha. We love him so much. He’s such a gooood boy.
This might not look like much to you–but this is a BIG, ENORMOUS deal! When I bought this funny old house, I was stumped that the thermostat was in the bedroom. Weird, right? I mean, in order for the family room to be even slightly warm or cold the bedroom had to be a furnace or icebox. No happy medium what-so-ever.
Well, I’ve fussed about it for years now and thought, ‘why on earth isn’t that thermostat on the front room wall instead of the bedroom wall?’
One day, my sweet son-in-law came to my house and announced that he was moving the thermostat to the right wall. Just like that! And that is exactly what he did!! If you hear squealing from somewhere it’s probably me!
Thank you SO much Josh!!! My house is finally even tempered. Haha. Love you!! 
For a million years now, I’ve had broken, dilapidated photo albums and boxes and stacks of photos. Well not any more! HA! I’ve taken them all and sorted the pictures and put them in nicely labeled tubs. Now, I know all the historians out there won’t like how I’m storing them–for posterities sake. But I promise you, this is better than how it was. Plus, it makes me really happy. We call that a win/win.
Annnnnd again with the puzzles. I can’t help it. It’s a serious problem….
that I love.