Oh, I'll get to the cat fight that has been going on for days, at least I was able to stitch something the last few days, another spring purse. I love the combination of brown with pink, otherwise, not really a "bright" fabrics person.
Bailey, come down here.
NO!
As only a Burmese can say it, imagine that high pitch scream a baby can give when they are really, really unhappy.
Why?
Sidney smells.
She can't help it.
Don't care. She smells really, really bad.
She had to go to the animal doctor, you know, to see the vet.
I know what a vet is. I'm a Burmese, remember.
Look at her.
Her feelings are hurt, she won't even come upstairs.
Don't care. I'm a cat, we don't have to have a reason for what we do.
You can wake me when you get rid of that smell on her. Or she's gone from the bottom of the stairs. I am hungry, weak and I'm tired, haven't slept a wink in the last few days. I can't even remember when I last ate. This has been going on for too long.
You can leave me now, let me know when you have taken care of things. It wouldn't hurt you to give her a bath, you could stop stitching long enough to do that.
Maybe, did have time to prep the Imperial Blooms block while I considered giving Sidney a bath.