Only it was a huge production and it didn’t feel like it worked out well at all until it did.
To start, this is Lemmy Catmister, all growed up (well, 10 months or so):
He’s very cuddly, and only bit my nose once. He bit my husband on the chin. We’re assuming it’s affectionate (since he’s purring and furiously making biscuits all the while). He’s still very much a kitten, and at the moment has a bad cold so he’s by himself in the spare bedroom until his sniffles are gone and he can meet Johnny Cat (who has already hissed at the intruder in his house). He no longer resembles his namesake so well, but he’s oblivious, so we’re not bothered, either.
And I’ve covered my yarn (he’s in the room where it lives), because he’s so far found everything string-related and dragged it around the carpet.
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About HappyGoth
By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish.
I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob.
Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
