Monday, April 23, 2018

Awww Rats Monday! and Design Board

This was supposed to be an Awww Monday post. I've been watching for a chance to take a picture of the neighbors' new calf. It's a cutie and would make a great Awww post. Yesterday, I looked out the window and saw my chance. The two calves (only one of them is still cute) were near my fence and the cows were a safe distance away. If you don't know much about cattle, the cows leave their calves napping in a group while they graze around the pasture. A cow's mother's day out.

I grabbed the good camera and jumped in the pickup and headed over to the fence. Before I could get out the door and around the pickup, the cute calf stood up and turned his back to me. Not an awww shot by any means. The hind end of a calf is just as unattractive as the hind end of a grown cow. Then, he turned his head and looked at me, and it was so cute, I nearly took a picture. But it would still be the hind end of a cow. So I waited for him to turn around.

By then, mama cow was getting concerned and headed our way. "Turn baby, turn," I crooned. He walked away and plopped back down in the grass. By then, mama cow was next to the fence giving me the evil eye. I call her Freckles.


I talked to her a minute and thought she might go over the calf and nurse him. That would be a cute picture, right? She did go over to him to see if he was okay, but he didn't get up. Then, a horse came over to see what was going on and he gave me the evil eye. I think I'll call him Nosy.


Right before I left, mama cow moved out of the way a little and I took a picture of the two calves. Not an awww picture, just a picture. Of cows. Cats can be cute doing nothing, but cows have to be doing something pretty special to get into the cute category. These animals were totally uncooperative and totally uncute. It's like they didn't care that the next day they could be featured on Awww Mondays. Maybe I'll get another chance before the calf grows into the not cute stage.


In other news, I did manage to get some sewing time in yesterday. I quilted two more Antique Tiles blocks and joined the last block on one row. I think if I complete a row today and tomorrow, and join the rows Wednesday, I can get the quilt finished by the April 30 deadline. I may have to buy fabric for the border. I thought I'd get the blocks together before trying out any of my stash fabric. And since this stage of the quilt isn't Awww some either, I just used my low quality iphone to take the picture.


The other thing occupying my time today is getting a closet finished. Even though we aren't ready for sheetrock, and don't plan on sheetrocking the whole house ourselves, we did decide to finish another closet (Hubby finished the storm room closet himself and put up some sheetrock in the guest bath for workmen privacy.  You see, in the trailer, we have two tiny closets. Really, they're fifteen inches wide and sixty inches tall. Big enough for several shirts and pants each. But a coat takes up half the closet so coats and most of our good clothes are still in a hanging closet moving box. So we decided that we needed a clean, finished space in the house for those clothes and quit fumbling with a box every day.  Well, Hubby has to fiddle with the box every day because he has to wear nice clothes to work.  I just wear jeans and a t-shirt and I don't care if they have fold wrinkles.   Yesterday, Hubby sheetrocked the little guest room closet and today, I taped and bedded.


And now, two cornish hens need to go in the oven, and they won't be cute enough for a photo either.

Linking to:
Design Wall Monday at Small Quilts and Doll Quilts

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Sewing Room Sunday

I normally call this post Sewing Repot Sunday, but I have nothing to report today. I did absolutely no sewing this week and didn't add or subtract from my stash. I'm not sure what I did this week really. I know I spent a couple of days looking for a dishwasher and then decided not to buy one right now. But the rest of the week is a blur.

One thing I did was finish a couple of storage boxes. I have a few Creative Options plastic storage boxes but I needed more. I didn't want to buy more of those boxes for a couple of reasons, the main one being that they didn't fit in my wire cubes very well. I had some scrap quarter inch plywood from the closet project and wondered if I could make a box, similar to a cigar box. I made it out of the plywood, and then starched fabric onto it. I even printed a label on fabric and starched it to the side. The nice thing about starched fabric is that it is just as easy to get off as it is to put on.






I'm linking to these two linky parties, not because I have anything to show, but because one of my unwritten resolutions this year was to participate in them all year. And now I am off to do some sewing so next week's report will look better.
15 Minute Challenge at Life in Pieces
Sunday Stash at QuiltPaintCreate

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Sewing Report Sunday

This is just a driveby report today. I'm supposed to be insulating a closet right now. I would have skipped it but then I remembered that I both bought and used fabric this week. No sewing though. So how did I use fabric? That is a post for another day - if it is successful. The fabric I bought is for clothing, not quilting, so maybe it doesn't belong on this report either. But buying is buying, right?



Linking to:
15 Minute Challenge at Life in Pieces
Sunday Stash at QuiltPaintCreate

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Rebuttal from Buddy T. Cat

The two leg species continues to confound me. First you take me out of my wild, scary, and exhilerating hood, civilize me, confine me, beg me to adapt to my new situation, and then squawk when I do adapt. Me-ow! Outside, I had mice, rabbits, and lizards to chase and catch. Inside, I have ... you.

Now to set the record straight, I do not sleep all day. Dad leaves his computer on and that is why I spend so much time up stairs. I just rush over to the window and fall into a deep, fake sleep when I hear you, Mom, clomping up the stairs. I have found my peeps kits online. There is a big online community of cat bloggers and we teach each other. Did you know there is a linky for the number of two legs you outwit every day? There is a point system too. 60 points for eldery, 40 points for senior citizens, 20 points for young adults, and 100 points for children. Bonus points for drawing blood or making one fall. I'm also learning French from my new bbfs at The Swiss Cats. They still get to go outside and come in when they want to. Did you catch that? When they want to. I don't think they have owls and coyotes at their house though. Je suis tellement envieux. Did I get that right Pixie?

That's my life in a nutshell. Eat, blog, sleep, chase my peeps. I'm not trying to kill you, just keep your reflexes quick and you should be okay. If not, c'est la vie. By the way, when are those grandchildren coming? There's a new linky next week.

I Think My Cat is Trying to Kill Me

For over a year, Buddy T. Cat has been a full time house cat. At first, he kept an eye on the door waiting for a chance to escape, and he did escape once at the dupulex we rented while our barndominium was being built. He ran outside and then stopped when he realized he didn't know where he was. I guess he thought he was going to be in his own backyard. While he was considering his options, I managed to scoop him up and get him back inside. Once we moved here, he got out a couple of times and evaded us by hiding under the cars. For the past few months though, he seems to have come to terms with his confinement. We can open the garage door, tell him no, and he sits where he is until the door is closed again. The perfect cat.

He is still sweet and cuddly and greets us at the door when we arrive home. We've never had a pet that loved me more than Hubby and I'm afraid it's gone to my head and I spoil him rotten, especially after all the dogs we have had who ignored me the minute they saw Hubby. Buddy follows me everywhere and watches me while I work. He meows when he wants up in my lap and goes to his bed when I say no. He spends most of his day sleeping in the window and keeping an alert ear for the sound of food being put in his dish. Until recently, when we worked late in the evening, he went to bed when we turned the light off. In fact, if we worked too late, he came over to us, sat down, meowed, and stared at us until we got up. Then he ran to the door hoping we would follow and turn off the light.

But recently he has become deviously playful. Or maybe just plain devious. He still sleeps in his window most of the day, but his nocturnal habits have changed. Several times I have turned off the light and in the quiet I can hear his collar bell as he runs around the garage. Then I started hearing things being knocked off shelves. Every time I heard that, I ran into the garage just in time to see him sauntering over like he just woke up. Just one time I caught him in the act. He had climbed the ladder we left propped against the upper shelves and settled into a spot he cleared among the stuff we had there. After that, we made sure the ladder was moved at night.

But still the night noises continued. Now it sounded like something was rolling across the floor until it hit the wall. It took a week, but I finally figured out that one too. Hubby's router table is on wheels and is normally kept under the windows in the garage. I have to move it out a couple of feet so I can open the window. It's when the window is open that I kept hearing that noise. One night after hearing the noise, I managed to open the door soundlessly and walk around the corner. There was Buddy on the window sill, looking out into the night, and the router table was tipped against the wall with a upturned wheel still turning. I don't know if he is pushing the table to the wall and jumping on it to get to the window sill or if he jumps on the table and rides it over to the wall. And this from a cat who used to freak out when something with wheels rolled near him.

But here is the kicker. Lately, he loves to lay in wait for me, crouched down low with hind legs ready to spring when I walk by. Then he takes off like a shot and does a couple of laps around the room. I used to fake scream to gratify him, but now he is better at it and really has startled me a couple of times. Most of the time, he is so obvious that only someone with worse vision wouldn't see him. So I started walking slowly when I saw him crouching near a corner, stop, and say, "I see you." Then, he would stand up and walk away. Maybe I should have let him continue with his fun. Because now, I think he is seeking revenge by trying to kill me.

When I walk down the attic stairs, he tears down the steps behind me, passes by me, and then swerves in front of me. And sometimes he stops right in front of me. Once when he stopped in front of me, I couldn't stop and caught his chin as he was turning to look at me. But it didn't stop him. Since we are still building and there are no counters or worktops, we tend to put whatever we are working with on the stairs instead of on the floor. At our age, it's easier to reach over to a stair step than bend down to the floor to pick up tools. His favorite place to attempt to kill me is in front of whatever is on the stairs.


I told Buddy if he killed me there wouldn't be anyone making sure he had food, water, and a clean litter box.   And Hubby would leave him out with the owls and coyotes.  He just looked at me and ran up the stairs to plan his next attack.