He's Little, But He's Fierce

From time to time, Bob is compelled to wrestle the throw rugs into submission. This is done with great intensity and ferocious pouncings.



I guess even a cat needs a mission in life.

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The ill-conceived socks are finally finished, all but weaving in the ends.



The stitch pattern I started with just couldn't stand up to the stripes, and yet managed to muddy them in a way that lacks charm. At least I had the sense to change to a wide rib for the foot, which, come winter, is all that anyone will really see of them. Yes, I could rip them out and start over. No, I'm not going to. Life moves on.