Cat Personalities

I tried to knit last night. I cast on 30 stitches and made it thought two whole rows of the most simple stitch in the world and it took me almost thirty minutes.

Sammie, who is the sweetest cat in the world, does not understand that the yarn is for me to play with. Just me. Serena is perfectly happy to lie next to my knitting - though she sometimes feels it necessary to roll around on the pattern - just to see if I can do it without actually looking at the instructions. She also looks at me from time to time as if to say, "Listen human, if I had thumbs I could knit so much better and faster than you. Hell, I could probably do it without thumbs if I really wanted to but I choose to ignore the yarn because you like it so much." Sammie thinks the yarn and the needles and the tape measure are all for her enjoyment and when I say, "No Sammy," in a stern voice she purrs louder and latches on to the yarn. So I gave up and cuddled with the kitten. Nothing like rewarding bad behavior. She's so spoiled.

It's funny, when we cuddle with the kitten Serena comes in to see what's going on and if cats could roll their eyes and make fake gagging noises she would. If she gets close enough we pet her too, but she doesn't let that happen very often.

So today I'm at work, knitting a little and reading a little and waiting for it to be time to go.

Today I have a lunch date (yay!!) with Andie and Denise from my knitting group. There is a Mediterranean restaurant near my house that is soooo good and we're all hummus addicts. I will probably spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning. (HAhahahahahahhahaaaa. Whew, sorry. That was funny!) If by cleaning you mean napping then yes, I will be cleaning. Like, if by dieting you mean eating everything in the house. Like if by studying you mean watching old episodes of M*A*S*H. I could continue, but I won't.

Lunch date today and then tomorrow is the Super Bowl (Stupid Bore) but there is a party at Andie's house. Her friend Larry will be there so I have to get the ingredients to make garlic dip. I showed up with something else one time and Larry suffered severe emotional damage. Now I am obligated to make garlic dip and also have a special container that is just for Larry to take home any time I see him. I love Larry, so it's all worth it.

I'm off to knit a bit and read a bit and, oh yeah, work a bit.