So I know that as a long-term vegan I am supposed to honor the majestic something or other of the cats who live with me (not "pets") but dude, can I just say that Hera and Plinko might as well be pillows. Or fluffy sausages. Did I ever tell you about the time where there was an actual mouse scampering across our kitchen countertops, and Robert had to catch the thing with a big cup and an envelope (spider style!) because the cats chose to lie on the floor and merely watch, regarding the scene with a certain mixture of disdain and boredom? Yes, my husband caught a mouse essentially with his hands and released it into the woods because the CATS couldn't be bothered.
So I guess we're all adjusting to life with an actual cat in it again.
This is Mister Lewis Burrows.
He's named after a character who is mentioned only in passing in a couple of the Alfie and Annie Rose storybooks by Shirley Hughes, which are family favorites. Please call him by all three names, thank you. Mister Lewis Burrows.
He does things like scale the record shelves and climb doorways and try to actually sit on your head. He attacks knitting and will chase a string for a very long time. He pounces on stuff. He kills bugs. You know, cat stuff.
He's pretty wiley, that Mister Lewis Burrows. Tommy is in love with him, of course.
Speaking of Tommy, did you know that he turned 3 years old last week?
Oh, we are lucky indeed.
Life is settling into a comfortable rhythm: two days a week of our homeschool pre-school coop, our once-a-week toddler trapeze class (that I co-teach), library visits, tricycle riding...and a lot of do-nothing time, too. I admit that do-nothing time often makes me feel completely inadequate as a parent, and I often wonder if I am boring Tommy senseless. But every once in awhile I get a little burst of insight that do-nothing time is actually kind of needed and important. It's in those times that Tommy finds his own activities to do, and more often than not they involve string and Mister Lewis Burrows, or elaborate storytelling, or walking around in rain boots. It's all OK.
Also, maybe you've heard of the fact that I adore Halloween? I've started a maybe-insane project. I'm going to try -
try - to knit 31 teeny tiny pumpkins, one to set out each day of October. I may fall short of this goal. So far I only have two:
(Both were taken with the laptop camera, as if you couldn't tell.)Would you like to join me? Knit or crochet some pumpkins too? I've got a few Facebook friends in on the deal. No rules. Use any pattern, any yarn. Make as many or as little as you like. When we're all done, I'll post pictures if you send them to me! THIRTY ONE DAY OF PUMPKINS IS GO.
