DWB, short for Dirty White Boy, has found the kitty solar house. He has been it in for the most part for a couple of days and nights.
He appears to be quite proud of himself.
Momma....that's me, apparently.....ordered him a cat heating pad to put in it. I'll have to remove the straw, and hope that doesn't upset the apple cart.
Of course, I will have to wait until he wanders off to put it in there, but at least I know he won't freeze this winter.
DH was in his shop this afternoon, pounding away, and DW never budged. He's not giving up his spot.
Goldie is the only smart one, he already has taken over the heated cat house in the loft of the barn, and every morning, he comes down from there, when breakfast is served.
Bubbalee, is a little diva, and likes to make her own decisions......so anything I have thought would keep her warm at night, and make her life better, has been rejected by her.
SHE has decided that the tote on the front porch that was left sitting there, is a good BED.
So I took the other heated cat house that I bought for her, and opened it up, and put it in the tote......and plugged it in.
And Lord have mercy, she has spent the last two nights in it.
Now to figure out how to keep the wind and snow out of it. I was thinking of putting a metal table that I have right over it, and then attaching some kind of insulation board on three and a half sides. Of course, it will have to be done a little bit at a time....or she will get spooked.
I woke up this morning, thinking about old friends. Where they are, what they're doing. How, and why, we lose track of each other.
Sometimes, there's no real good explanation.
One last thing about cats.
My daughter moved this weekend, and she gave me this.
Only one small problem. Sydney is too FAT to get to that top one. I guess I could put a plant on it. :)
We've been weaving up a storm, getting ready for the Hudson Mohawk Weavers' Guild Show, which is this weekend in Latham, N.Y.
As you can see, I'm doing more clothing. As of January, there are new baby wrap regulations, and I don't want to play.
Clothes are more fun, anyway. I make what I like, what I want, and I am not working at anyone else's whim.
It's perfect, actually.
Since I've been sewing a lot this year, I looked for, and found, this great little cart. From Target.
I took all the stuff off my sewing and serging tables, and now I can work without knocking things on the floor.
This is an 8 harness draft that Lois has been working on. It really rocks.
I came full CIRCLE, back to CIRCLES, I must admit, I love them.
And I am still loving my new Compudobby....it's amazing.
So a couple posts back, I told you about my "neck" massage, and the headache that followed......every single day.........then this last weekend, it really ramped up. I felt like I had bricks on my forehead, across my eyes, over my nose. I was pretty laid up on Sunday, it raged on all night, and I woke up Monday morning with it still. After I let Roy out, I lay on the couch, since it was still dark. I put the heating pad over my face. I have no idea why. I usually put it on my neck.
At any rate, I woke up an hour later, and my sinuses were draining like crazy!!
So as soon as I could, I went to the pharmacy and bought some Claritin, with pseudophed, came home, and took one.
Within an hour, the bricks lifted.
Still a headache.
But it's MY old headache, and I can live with it.
I can't, however, live long with the brick headache.
So, strange as it may sound, I am grateful. Beyond belief.