The other night DH and I were awakened from sound sleeps by the growling of a cat just below our open, bedroom window. I began to run for the door in hopes of intervening in the cat fight before it really got started. DH, being in closer proximity to the window and the flood light he received for Christmas simply lifted the curtain and shone the light down onto the retreating back of the cause of the state of our wakefulness. I was thinking, "That is one fat cat." as he waddled down the driveway to the lane. Just as he turned the corner and disappeared from our sight I realized it wasn't a cat but a raccoon. The thick, ringed tail was a dead give away. Now I was running for the door to see if it was one of our cats that had been growling at the masked intruder. I found Angel-The-Chicken-Hearted inside, at the bottom of the stairs and as I opened the basement door to our driveway Peaches-The-Stupid popped in through the upstairs pet door. Stupid because the presence of a sleeping infant strapped into a car seat sends him running for cover but he will confront any animal that dares to enter the 16 year old cat's property. Apparently the argument didn't get past the growling stage so Peaches is fine, for now.
The x-rays were mine, all four of them and that's one more nasty, annual event out of the way. I didn't think I'd have time to knit so I didn't take it with me. I sat waiting in my fashionable, hospital gowns for half an hour, twiddling my thumbs. There wasn't even a magazine to read as all had been removed during the H1N1 panic.
I'm still trying to work on what is now known as The Bloody, Big, Blue Shawl. Meanwhile, I have washed and dyed some wool, I bought a while ago, with Tropical Fruit Punch Kool Aid. Not only does the wool suck up the colour but it absorbes the fruit punch odor as well. I have also finally finished spinning the 454g/1 lb of Moorit for the shawl I plan on designing when/if I ever finish The Bloody, Big, Blue Shawl.


Variegated Tropical Fruit Punch dyed wool.