Guests are coming!

We are gearing up for a week of playing tour guide as Bob's baby sister and her husband come to visit for a week. They are so excited about getting away from the weather in Ohio that they may never leave. We are planning on showing them as much of Northern CA as we can. Of course, the downside to all this is that I have been forced to clean, which cuts into my knitting time. I have been really working hard on the craft room/guest room. Bob & I will stay there on the day bed & cot and give our guests our nice pillow top bed. I have not warned them about the 75 pound alarm clock that goes off every morning at 7:00 a.m.



(I think they will catch on the first morning they awaken to her leaping on the bed and slobbering on whatever body parts happens to be out from under the covers!)

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Knitting Poem

I found this while looking for stuff about the Red Cross's "Knit Your Bit" campaign in WWII. In times of trial we are often drawn to the simple acts to help us feel like we are helping to do our part for the greater good.





At the concert and the play
Everywhere you see them sitting,
Knitting, knitting.
Women who the other day
Thought of nothing but their frocks
Or their jewels or their locks,
Women who have lived for pleasure,
Who have known no work but leisure,
Now are knitting, knitting, knitting
For the soldiers over there.

On the trains and on the ships
With a diligence befitting,
They are knitting.
Some with smiles upon their lips,
Some with manners debonair,
Some with earnest look and air.
But each heart in its own fashion,
Weaves in pity and compassion
In their knitting, knitting, knitting
For the soldiers over there.

Hurried women to and fro
From their homes to labour flitting,
Knitting, knitting,
Busy handed come and go.
Broken bits of time they spare,
Just to feel they do their share,
Just to keep life’s sense of beauty
In the doing of a duty,
They are knitting, knitting, knitting
For the soldiers over there.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1919 in her book, “Poems of Optimism”

For More information on WWII knitting check out the following article http://www.historylink.org/essays/output.cfm?file_id=5722

New Event at the Kitty Olympics

Miss Itty Bitty felt somewhat left out of yesterday's entry and has come up with her own "subtle" form of attention getting.

First, you must understand that MoMo and Sayuri do not like Miss Itty Bitty Kitty and as most cats do, they express their displeasure with bodily fluids. To protect Miss Itty Bitty's bed (and my sanity) we have placed her bed on top of the china hutch in the dining room. Itty Bitty is the only one of the cats able to leap that high and she enjoys being able to survey her domain from its lofty heights.



The other day, I discovered a hair ball on the lower portion of the hutch. Using my observational skills from watching too many episode of CSI, I determined from the hairball and surrounding detritus that it had fallen from a distance. I found this rather curious.

A few days later while sitting on the couch, I heard the familiar sound that all cat owners know too well: "HAAAK, HAAAK, HAAK!" I looked over in time to watch Itty Kitty cough a hairball from her perch atop the china hutch. I saw her shake her head and could almost hear the inner monologue. "Hmmm, with a little more loft I could probably get enough distance to land one directly on the dining room table."

I frantically rushed for the tube of Catlax while contemplating the implications this would have for my next dinner party. Watching the competition of "Hairballs for Distance" would certainly throw a monkey wrench into most social occasions!

Conspiracy Theory Part II

Hmmm... What is Mom doing?


She looks so relaxed and seems to be enjoying herself with those 2 pointy sticks and some string.



That can't be right. She can't be enjoying herself doing something that doesn't involve me! Maybe I can get Mo to distract her and I can help her with that.

"Hey, Mo! Distract Mom by looking cute!"



"Leave me out of this. You are cutting into my quality nap time."



Hmmm... maybe while she is watching CSI I can stretch out and grab one of those sticks...



AHA! Victory is mine! Uh oh. Why is Mom yelling about loosing count and dropping a stitch? She should be happy about me wanting to spend quality time with her. Hey! I thought you liked tooth marks on your pointy sticks! What's that she is saying about kitty shish kebabs? I better go hide and figure out some way to blame this on the dogs. First, let me try some Jedi mind control.



"This is not the cat you are looking for. Go on about your business"