Savannah hasn't really displayed any interest in yarn up until now. Even watching it flop around on the floor while I try to keep the ball winder under control hasn't really interested her. However, you can see she has been seduced by the center pull ball. What is going to come out of that hole? Better watch it and find out.
(Brought to you in part by the society for equal blog time for mammals).
He just downed a whole passel of crickets, and is waiting to see if any more descend from the heavens.
We had a huge scare on Sunday; we have answered the question of whether it is possible to feed a bearded dragon too much. The answer is yes, it produces bulimia dragon. He threw up on Sunday (after a huge, huge, huge meal on Saturday). He also was not terribly interested in eating on Sunday, and was still a bit listless on Monday. He did not appear to be impacted (abdomen not hard, comfortable in horizontal position, still pooping), but I was ready to call in a herp vet on Tuesday if things did not improve. Fortunately he was bright eyed and bushy tailed on Tuesday, and ready to scarf down many more crickets.
Also exciting, today when I put my hand by his log he climbed out onto it (okay, there was a gentle nudge involved too, but he didn't freak out or anything).
Yarn purchased for the Kitty Pi bed. My sister's cat, Cobie, is having thyroid problems, and since they just moved to a place without carpeting, he needs someplace soft to lie on. (Sick cats tend to delay things like purchasing area rugs). We just lost two family cats in the past few months to old age, and Cobie is the last cat left from when we were together as children. I'd like to do something nice for him, so I've dropped all the other projects to work on the Kitty Pi bed (free pattern from Wendy Knits!).
Day 5. Mr. Underhill is so spoiled -- I feed him most of his crickets by hand. (I also attempt to feed him vegetables, but that is a different story.) The side benefit is now "large looming object" == "good stuff." He was fine with just sitting quietly on my finger for awhile.
...well, as good as can be expected of a cat. She shows no interest in yarn; I can drag it over her while knitting, and she either ignores it completely or is mildly annoyed. She goes wild over needle protectors or other small objects, however. If there is a needle protector nestled into a bunch of yarn, she will carefully reach in and flip it out. This seems like a small price to pay, and I've cheerfully ceded all of my needle protectors to the cat. Yesterday she became obsessed with the meant-to-be-on-a-needle row counter, though, which I would like to hang on to. Also, when I drop needles to cable, and they brush along the ground... also very tempting.
Yesterday, Mr. Underhill ate one piece of spinach, and then one worm, mostly by accident. He was so shocked he ran away to his basking branch. (The photo is post-worm -- can't you see the shocked look in his eyes?)
Today, he ate a little bit more spinach, but turned his nose up (literally) at the worms.
Savannah, the (very small) cat. All of the commercial cat beds were too large, so I was very motivated to knit one for her. The pattern is out of SnB, and was knit on #10.5 24" circular Clover bamboo needles, with Happy and Debbie Bliss cashmerino aran held together for the sides, and Plymouth Flash and Debbie Bliss merino aran for the bottom. (Yes, she is spoiled, why do you ask?). I learned how to follow and modify a pattern, and presumably I learned to increase and decrease, though I don't actually remember that part. The cat is very happy with her cat bed, though she likes sleeping on the radiators in general, which I suspect is the (not-so-strange) attractor.
A baby bearded dragon, Mr. Underhill (character in 1964 Ursula K. LeGuin short story, "The Rule of Names.")
He is the cutest thing. We know it will be very challenging raising a baby beardie, so hopefully things will go well. I've had two, less challenging types of lizards up til now, so this is just jumping right up the difficulty scale.