Quick!

Before they make me put it in a box... look at the yarn!!

Pretty, pretty yarn.

Anyway... I’m working on packing up my workspace contents. I’m a bit mystified at all the stuff I managed to jam in here.

Darwin is a bit confused at all the hustle and bustle and isn’t sure what to do with himself. I’m sure he’ll be a bit nervous with the move but all in all he’s generally pretty laid back as long as he’s with us so I’m sure he’ll be fine. I am a little concerned with how he’ll react to the new neighbor’s horses though. Their fence is right on our property line and being that its an electric horse fence Darwin will fit right under it. I want him to be able to enjoy all the new space he’ll have to explore but we’ll need to contain the little bugger too.

Here’s the real problem... (queue the Godzilla music)

Now... I know this is a knitting blog and right about now you’re thinking just how cliche it is for one more knitting blogger to show pictures of a cat but really I’m going somewhere with this.

See, Toby isn’t your typical play-with-a-yarn-ball-kitty-kitty. He weighs 24 pounds, has all his claws, and apparently comes from a long line of bi-polar cats that haven’t been domesticated nearly long enough.

Most days Toby would rather play with your intestines than a ball of yarn.

When we brought him home 5 years ago he was tiny, malnourished, filthy, and pathetic. I think we fed him too well and we must have at one point given him the impression that he rules the house world.

I have had to literally peel him off the head of a child who was innocently sitting too close to Toby when he had one of his “episodes”.

The girls need to keep their bedroom door closed because Toby truly believes Tater’s bed is his and its his favorite place to nap. If he manages to get in it the kids have to get me or Mac Daddy to remove him.

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need one of those doggy control sticks and some welding gloves to get him in the cat carrier to move him to the house.

He may have a bad attitude and be a little on the touchy side but I love that cat more than I can admit to while still keeping a little of my dignity. I love that he’s so sure of himself when he walks through a room and that he’s bigger than he should be (physically and mentally). I love that he just hauls off and smacks anyone and anything that gets in his way. I love that he has absolutely no concept of what it means to be self-conscience or awkward.

When he does feel like being kitten-ish its me he generally comes to. He’ll sit with me and he even does that “talk” thing if I converse with him. He’ll usually come find me if I call him and often follows me around the house when I’m cleaning or doing laundry.

So I put up with his mood swings (and he puts up with mine). But I’m pretty sure moving him is going to be an ordeal. Luckily my medical insurance is up to date.

Newton, on the other hand, shouldn’t be a problem...

Comments

[Miss Scarlett]

Whoa! Newton has grown.

I think Owen is a perfect cat. I have a soft spot for unpredictable cats. Marmalade tabbies are divine. Owen looks a lot like my Scully - she has the same fluffy mane and black dots on her nose.

Love the yarny goodness - seems wrong to squish that up in a box.

[elizabeth m]

We had a psycho-kitty like that when Owen was little.

One trick for getting cats in the carrier: put them in backward. Wear leather gloves.

Or try putting some little treat, like tuna, in the carrier and slam the door when he goes in after it.

I find it helps to keep nervous pets in one room during packing. Then they aren't so aware of the chaos around them.