Sometimes I think you just never know what you’re gonna end up with when you knit with Noro Kureyon yarn. I started my do-over of the top down, no swatch hat, and I’m using a different rainbow-y colorway. Well, wouldn’t you know, the oranges came out first, followed by the greens. Someone in the Noro dyeing department must have some kind of sense of humor, because now I know that I will be forever wearing the Cantaloupe Hat.
In other knitting disaster news, my terminally pissed off 16-year-old grump cat PEED in the middle of my dining room table yesterday. What was in the middle of the dining room table, you ask? A pile of papers that I was dreading going through anyway, and the Ravelry Tote containing the BROWN RIPPLE AFGHAN! AAAARRRRRGH! By some amount of good grace only the bag itself got wet (and a ball of yarn that was in the very bottom soaked up the rest) and NONE of the offense wound up on the blanket itself.
Before you go on wondering what in the heck I’m doing to my cat, or what might be wrong with her that she would do such a thing, let me say right off that she’s been to the vet LOTS and we can’t find anything medically wrong with her. She’s just mad at me for I don’t know what reason. She is anxiety prone and it is getting worse in her old age. And for the life of me, we’re trying to figure out what is setting her off. And we can’t. We’ve tried pheremone spray and anti anxiety meds. I don’t know if she’s having a territorial squabble with the other cat, or if something in the laundry room where her litterbox has always been is now scaring her. I’m going to have to try another litter pan, but that means putting it out in the open where company can see. My house is a completely open floorplan except for the bedrooms, which the cat is not allowed in because peeing in our beds is definitely a deal breaker for us.
We’ve had this cat since she was about 6 weeks old. On the very first night, she snuggled up in our bed with us to go to sleep. In the middle of the night we were awakened by a really foul smell, and the sight of our teeny kitten dragging our blankets with all her might so she could cover up the poop she just made. I should have known then that someday the litterbox thing might come back to haunt us.
Sorry for the kitty potty talk! I’m sure Miss Zoe would really love it that I am discussing her personal business with you. But hey. I’m at my wits end here. Cut me some slack, cat.