Isn't she cute?
She's sleeping off breakfast. She totally pigged out this morning. She usually does not eat so well and this has given me some new hope. It's also proven our beloved vet wrong. He told me that she doesn't need different flavors of wet food. I've been giving her fishie wet food for ages now because she used to love it. *L*
See our problem?
I was eating something beef the other day. A kosher hot dog, I think. She was all purry and lovey and needed a taste. I told her no because I am not sharing with a cat, and, kosher or not, it's still not good for her. However, it got me thinking. I picked up a few cans of beef wet food and this morning I opened the first one. She went back a few times until her dish was clean. I am very happy and now thinking she needs more cow in her diet.
You see, she gets glucosamine/chondroitin in her wet food every morning. She's been on it for years now and we have seen an improvement in her movement. She seems to be less stiff... if that's the right word... and limps far less than she did without it. Because of that, it's very important that my old cat eat her brekkie every single day. Let's be honest, I'd sooner take her to the vet every day to get pilled than to pill her on my own daily. Slipping her meds to her in wet food is a blessing that I embrace wholeheartedly.
Actual knitting content:
Yes, I am going to get my money out of that neon green fleece. :p
Another version of Fetching.
The tiny version made for a girlfriend in England with tiny hands. I only used 35 stitches around. Freaked me out, lemme tell ya.
I'm going to send her these so she can tell me how close I am to making something that actually fits her. I've got my fingers crossed that these are close.
Yes, it's that bright pink Patons wool again. She requested pink and/or black, and knitting with pink is so much easier on the eyes.
Oh, and speaking of eyes... that double knit headache I had?
Yeah, it was a hormonally induced migraine. If I was smarter, I would have noticed that sooner. Still thinking about that scarf and the boy that may or may not get it.
Love you, honey!