Dinner time is also Time for Peace! That’s a good thing. At least they don’t fight over the food. Which is odd because Mitchell (right) always eats half and leaves (presumably leaving some for later) and Myron (left) finishes his, lapping the plate clean and then proceeds to eat the rest of Mitchell’s. To me? That is something to fight about in my human opinion but they do not see things my way. I have a ways to go before I completely understand cat logic.
Yesterday was the first time I used the squirt bottle. When the water hit Mitchell, he acted like he had just hit an electric fence. Very dramatic hurling of his body in the opposite direction. He hated every droplet of it. A bit later, Bethany had to squirt Myron (equal opportunity squirting) and Myron casually turned around to look at her with a pissed off “what the HELL did you squirt me for?” look. That cat has some attitude, I tell you.
(Mitchell was not lost in the basement for long, by the way. He snuck his way upstairs toting along a fair amount of basement dust and dirt with him)
I’m still hankering to knit mittens. I’m still knitting on Town and Country. I finished the first sleeve tonight. This is most likely the only time in one’s life that we may be envious of one armed people. Faster sleeve knitting. But it’s not really a good thing to wish for, if you know what I mean. I mean, who can knit with one arm?
A conundrum to be sure.
The cold marches on, which is fine because it’s January in New England. Every thing in it’s season. I am armed with soup. (I took some for lunch today but it all spilled out of the stupid container into the bag that I brought it in. Luckily it was not the bag with my knitting. Phew!)