Tid bits

I've been knitting up a storm. In fact, I've got so many projects queued up, I don't even know where to start. Unfortunately, I can't blog in detail about it, as some of these items may end up being gifts (if they aren't too messed up looking). Oh, but I wish I could tell you!

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Act now and we'll also include a roll of deluxe toilet paper. Enjoy hours of entertainment while the humans sleep!

Cycle of Shame: Patches' Private Journey

Last night DH and I came home from dinner out, flicked on the kitchen light, and discovered Patches in the act of shredding some toilet paper. It'd been weeks, nay, months since her last attack. Why the relapse Patches? Why?

To better understand her desparate situation, I've outlined the five steps of toilet paper addiction.

Step 1: Rebellion.
Step 2: Wallowing.

Step 3: Codependence.

Step 4: Aggression.

Step 5: Shame.

Her shredding technique is unstoppable

Her ...filing technique leaves a bit to be desired, but when it comes to shredding, you know who to call:

Why Patches, Why?

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Non-Irish folks NEED to know: the whole "luck o' the irish" thing was invented by the Irish Tourist Board. Believe me. Need proof? Okay:

1. Woke up this morning to the sight of THIS (thanks, Patches!)



2. And THIS (thanks, Mr. Weatherman!)



3. As well as the sound of water dripping from our bedroom ceiling. Apparently an old water stain has revived itself, thanks to the severe winds and moisture from our most recent storm.

OK, sorry. Just had to gripe a little. Must be some pent up frustration from living in New England for 33 years! I am, actually, very lucky. I've got a wonderful DH, and that's just the start of it.

We spent St. Patrick's day shoveling, then went to see The Wind That Shakes The Barley, which I found very interesting. My paternal grandparents came from Ireland (as well as my Da!), and were in their late teens/early twenties during the era depicted in the film. It was a very violent and tragic time, and I can see why no one ever seems to want to talk about it.

As much as we were in the mood for some tasty bread and a pint at Matt Murphy's after watching the film, we knew it'd be really crowded, so we went to Little Q Mongolian Hotpot Just the thing for such cold wet weather! And right down the street!



Because this is supposed to be a knitting blog, I should really update you: I'm back on that pesky sleeve for my lace sweater, and am now getting ready to do the shaping for the upper arm! I think getting a new knitting bag was the right thing to do.

Portrait in badness

Here's Patches, trying to hide her shame from the camera.




Another roll of TP ravaged.

Our cat uses more toilet paper than we do. Discuss.

Meet our cat Patches. Usually she is pretty well behaved. But lately, at night, while her human companions are fast asleep, she has been raising hell, frat-party style. How bad is it, you ask? read on...







Or perhaps this will give you the idea...

It's a terrible thing to feel you can no longer trust your kitty.