Takoyaki Journals

My cat loves looking out the window. But she never seems interested in the squirrels or baby bunnies that are in the yard. But boy is she doing her best to try and get the snow flurries through the window.

It was great to see groveperson, her husband and her adorable son this weekend. We went to the downtown farmer's market and I had an awesome spinach pie while we listened to live music. The music was unbearably loud, especially for the kidlet, but the man was so obviously permanently baked that it was worth it just for the hilarity. Especially when he went into a long winded explanation of the word 'esoteric' and launched into playing the theme from The Pink Panther. Also when all the nearby table started crying and he asked, "Is it because your balloons popped, or is it my music?" Groveperson's husband gave me a new cat toy for Roxy that she loved so much that when I put it on top of the bookcase for the night, I eventually had to move a chair and a few boxes so she'd stop trying to get to it.

And since I was in the land of, like, stores and things, I picked up my Father's Day presents and a bunch of cotton yarn. I may be acquiring a stash after all. But it's all necessary! For geeky washcloths! Like the Daleks I promised people, and the first of the Star Trek washcloths. (I'm making a gold and red one, and then planning to see if the red one manages to catch on fire, or get destroyed in the wash or something)

The Trek washcloth I knitted while mainlining the first disc of Chuck. OMG what a great show. I'd heard many good things, but had never gotten around to actually watching it. (I might have done much sooner if I'd known that Adam Baldwin was in it, and playing a very slightly more civilized Jayne to boot.) Very, very funny show.

And, to drive up my ratings, two more Roxy Pictures.

Quick Cat Update:

I still haven't bought myself a dining room table, but now I've bought Cat Furniture.
(honestly, I just can't let the cat claw the couch no matter what. It's filled with down, can you imagine the mess?)

She's always under the bed when I come home from work, but she doesn't hide there anymore and is extremely affectionate. She is very much a lap cat, and I now spend most of the evening covered in cat hair. She's most active at night, and at 2 am usually decides that my hair and/or fingers are a toy.