Embarrassing Felis Domesticus is about as festive as it gets over here.
Ugh, two cat posts in a row. I have a tutorial in the works—promise.
Oh dear, I've been woefully neglectful of my online persona yet again. This time I shall blame the Mother, who invaded for a week and dragged me (kicking and screaming, of course) to PIQF and every quilt shop in the land. And to top it all off, she insisted on paying for all of my fabric—can you believe the nerve?
Felis Domesticus was on her best behaviour with the Mother, ignoring but eyeing her suspiciously her for days.
Here's the beast protectively clutching her paramecium toy. I found the felt microbe in a bag when cleaning and finished it up for her—it was a very early, abandoned sewing project—and she quite enjoys the wool flagellum and catnip-stuffed cytoplasm.
And here she is disemboweling the poor paramecium. The Mother eventually earned Felis Domesticus's affection by dangling the flagellum in front of her, and when they were finished playing Felis expressed her appreciation by licking the Mother's hair. Cats are gross.
Alas, Felis has been lulled into a very tentative sense of security, as the parents will soon be moving overseas and leaving their dog with us. Felis Domesticus ain't gonna be the only beast on the block for long....