The Sweet Kitty

As someone commented, he’s just a harmless little bundle of energy.

Boots

Boots

Look how sweet!  He wouldn’t dream of hanging from the back of my shirt, with his claws in my back, nor would he dream of attacking my ankles with his razor sharp teeth .. nor would he ever consider climbing up the batting on the quilt I’m working on, leaving little rips all through it.

Boots

Boots

Oh, have you ever seen such a sweet and innocent little kitty?  This precious little purring bundle of fur wouldn’t dream of hanging onto the edge of the sofa with those needle like nails . . that I clipped just two days ago!

Boots

Boots

Nope, he would never dig his claws into the furniture.  Good kitties don’t do that.

Boots

Boots

This precious little rescue would not dream of laying in wait at his scratching post . . waiting for me to get to that end of the longarm, where he could sink those teeth into my leg!

Boots

Boots

Oh  . . she wore the shorts with the kitty toys (strings) attached!  But he wouldn’t grab those with his claws because he would likely scratch my legs and nice kitties don’t injure their moms!

Boots

Boots

Yes, he’s a good kitty.  I’m so glad we got a good one!  I’m so glad he’s trustworthy and makes being in the sewing room such a . . what would I call it?  An adventure!

Boots

Boots

Ahh . . dad is home for lunch!  Boots will go back to being a docile, sweet kitty because Vince never sees him being a wild and crazy cat and I’m not even sure he believes me when I tell him some of the things that cat does.

When the two kittens appeared at our house, Boots was the friendly, outgoing kitty.  The other one was shy and we hardly ever could even catch a glimpse of him.  I’m wondering if we kept the wrong kitty!

 

 

 

 

 

Wild Night in the Sewing Room

Apparently Boots had quite a fun night in the sewing room last night.  I’m betting some of you are looking at that picture of Vince and you think you’re fixing to get an “R” rated post.  Nope .. not gonna happen . . at least not today!  :)

Here’s a before “Before Boots” picture.

Wall Hanging

The new longarm was being assembled.  Notice there’s a wall hanging on the right side and a design wall on the left side behind Vince.

Here’s a current picture of that end of the sewing room.

Sewing Room

Sewing Room

The design wall is gone . . completely pulled down by the cat.  He did that a couple of weeks ago.  The wall hanging . . gone . . he pulled that down last night.

Here’s another wall hanging.  This also happened last night also.

Wall Hanging

Wall Hanging

This wall hanging is hanging on by a thread . . which is about how I feel today after spending most of the day in the sewing room with him.  I do believe he’s finally tired . . there’s only so much chewing on ankles, attacking legs and shredding batting that one little kitty can do in a day.

Tired Kitty

Tired Kitty

Those deep windowsills are perfect for him.  Now . . I wonder if I could put some kind of gate over the window so I can trap him up there til I’m done quilting.

Growing Loofah

The grasshoppers did a number on my loofah. Loofah takes quite a while to grow and mature, up to about 200 days of warm weather with no frost, which isn’t a problem here. I had started the seeds inside in cups so they could have a good start on a healthy and productive life but, as soon as I put them out, the grasshoppers chomped them right down to the ground.  At that time, it was a bit late to be starting new seeds.  There were no longer 200 frost free, warm days remaining but I planted a few more seeds in the ground and hoped for the best.  Those seeds sprouted and I believe the grasshoppers left two of the plants and ate the remaining ones.

Loofah

Loofah

I will end up with a few loofah sponges, but not nearly as many as I had hoped to get.  Even one loofah sponge will provide me with enough seeds to plant next year so I am not totally disappointed.

When we lived in Kentucky, there was an old guy who lived not far from us and he grew loofah. Along the side of his carport, he had a trellis and it was covered in loofah.  I didn’t know what they were . . they looked like some kind of overgrown cucumber.  I couldn’t figure out why he was leaving all his cucumbers on the vine and being the nosy girl that I am, one day he was outside and I stopped and asked him about them.  He explained to me that they were loofah and told me all about growing, harvesting and using them.

I had seen loofah sponges in bath shops but, admitting my ignorance, I never thought of them as being something that was grown.  The man asked me to come back in about a month so I did.  At that time, it was harvest time and he showed me how they feel when ready to harvest and showed me how to peel and clean them.  He had a huge tub in the corner of his shop and it was full of loofah.

He gave them all away and he said people loved getting and using them.  He gave me a few, along with some seeds but I never had much luck growing them there.  In Kentucky and Missouri, the seeds had to be started indoors and the plants had to be half grown before they could be set out.  We had a much shorter growing season there.

Here, we have the longer growing season and they should do well but with the grasshoppers . . you know how that story ends.

My favorite uses for loofah are for a kitchen scrubby and a bath scrubby.  The few loofahs that I have will hopefully dry on the vine before rotting and they will be enough to get me through the year but I was hoping to have more so I could share them with friends.  Maybe next year . .

Design Wall – September 16, 2013

Not one stitch of sewing this week.  At this rate, this top may be finished by Christmas. There is one additional block that wasn’t in the photo last week but that’s because I hadn’t taken a new picture after the sewing from that week.  The top of the blocks are cut off but that’s because it’s hard to get a good picture with a kitty hanging from your thighs by inserting his claws into your leg!

Road to Brenham

   Road to Brenham