Life Served Sweet

This is Duckie. She's absolutely the sweetest little kitty you could ever hope to meet. When she meows, she sounds like a squeaky toy. That's how she got the name Duckie. She's a keeper.

One of the little black kittens is purring when I hold her (I think it's a her). One is still pretty wild. The largest one, and he's really large, most favors the old tom Simba who comes around when the queens are in heat.

Simba is a good looking cat, but he's really beat up. It's obvious he's had some competition for his territory. I tend to think he wins. You can see notches missing from his ears. Poor kitty. He's a good daddy kitty. You can always find him in the back yard watching out for his babies while the momma kitties are out grocery shopping.... or something.

I think I shall corral the mess in the sewing room and work on one of my UFO's tonight. Maybe I'll just start another one. I spend too much time watching television, more out of obligation than want.

I have a new set of quilt squares from Materialgirlchic at Ebay. I think I have some coordinating yardage stashed somewhere. I need to go find it.

Well, the kitty sitting on my tummy thinks chasing the cursor it too much fun. Time to distract the cat.