Fall nights get chilly around here. This time of year I usually only have one fire a day, mid-morning, so the temperature is slowly dropping inside from about noon on. It’s usually in the mid-50s indoors by the time morning rolls around.
I don’t mind, because I’m cozy in bed. And so is the old man cat Kimble. (Don’t laugh. I’m seriously thinking about buying him an electrically heated cat bed. Okay, you can laugh.)
But I thought the Cinna-Cave could use an upgrade. She may have spent all last winter living in someone’s unheated cement basement, but I feel like I could do better by her.
She is already sleeping on one of the two thermal mats. (They look a little weird, but they are cheap and work well.) The other one wasn’t being used, so I used yarn and a tapestry needle to stitch it to the shelf above the Cinna-Cave. It drapes down in back, creating a sort of pita pocket effect.
She has proven to be a very wary, fickle cat when it comes to this sort of thing. A legacy of her former life outdoors. Her paranoia is what kept her alive. She treasures the Cinna-Cave as one of the few places she feels 100% safe from surprises. (She does not like surprises.) I worried that putting a new thing in there would cause her to reject the whole thing.
At first, she sort of perched on the edge and glared at me. But the next time I glanced over, she had settled in. Here she is pretending not to notice that I am taking her picture.
In less successful news, this is a pair of not-quite-completed Vancouver Fog fingerless mitts in Cascade 220. I meant to dash them off as a quick gift. That was two weeks ago.
I have had to rip them back countless times. Partly my fault for amending the pattern, and partly my fault for being inattentive. But they are nearly finished, and only two weeks later than I thought…