One can hope a four day old feral kitten, rescued from a parking lot in Pittsburgh, might have the grace to never mess up. But, that would be discounting the fact the kitten in question was feral and a long hair who now takes immense pride in appearance. And yes, it’s Toby, and yes, he is my responsibility because I made myself responsible, and no, you don’t need to see his picture again.
Yesterday I heard him depositing a hair ball, and I was not in good time to intervene and put him in a place I don’t care about hair balls. So, I removed the hair ball and associated stomach slime from my quilt, sighed, and put the quilt in the washer. It's hanging out on the kitchen table, drying.
That’s its third trip to the washer in three years I’ve lived here, so about average for upkeep. But the middle of winter and pouring rain outdoors is over the top. I don’t put quilts in the dryer and I get stomach acid off them as soon as possible. In short, we will be using the new TV trays tonight, and maybe tomorrow, too.
In other breaking news, my bookcase arrived, to be assembled by my personal assembler. I mostly kept my mouth shut, and completely gave up on telling her there is more force behind the hammer when a solid surface is under the object being pounded. We did score one mighty fine rubber mallet as part of the assembly tools included.
Laura’s Dutch oven arrived (box on Windsor chair), as did new tee-shirts. She is wearing hers already, but it has to be a lot warmer outside for me to go out in a short sleeve shirt the cold air can seep through.
Well, that’s my news, and at least it’s less depressing than any news feed. Have a nice weekend.