Search Results : Underfoot

Oct 172016
 

While we were out buying baby clothes and toys, we also bought Mister Underfoot some new baby toys. He has a plethora of balls and mice and things that squeak and jingle and tickle, so we decided to get something a little different. And since he plays with our grandkids toys, we thought something they could all play with might be a good idea. Hunting down all the cat toys before the grandkids come over so we can keep them out of reach is a little time consuming. He gets upset with us for it, too. I’m interested to see how upset he’s going to get when the grandkids play with “his” toys.

So we looked for something that he might like that would also be safe for babies and toddlers. Here’s what we came up with…

uftoys

He’s played with the little gray kitty that rolls around a few times. He plays with it more in the kitchen where it’s easier to push and spin around on the linoleum, but the bell-in-a-ball-in-a-ball (it’s a jingle bell inside a ball inside another ball) he went nuts for. It’s like a cat toy, but inside another larger ball so the grandkids can’t stick it in their mouths. He chases that thing around the house like it’s full fish rolled in catnip.

We have to watch our feet when he’s playing with the ball because he has no regard for toes, feet or even running into legs. I still haven’t seen him take it up the stairs. He pushes it down, but I’d love to see him carry it up sometime.

This is the best picture I could get of Mister Underfoot and his new favorite toy. Looks almost scary, doesn’t he?

Mister Underfoot's New Favorite Toy

 

Nov 192015
 

So, I’ve been working on the same blanket for years, haven’t picked it back up yet this year, but Mister Underfoot won’t let me finish it. I made a post about it last year that you can find here: The Blanket I’ll Never Finish.

After I made that post, I decided that since he loved the blanket I was working on so much, I’d just make him one of his own. Since it was smaller, it was easier to work on, but he still had to try it out before it was finished.

underfoot-testing01

It’s a simple blanket, just single, double and triple crochet throughout. On the row before switching colors, I did a variety of variations. Some were 3 sc, 3 dc, 3 tc, 3 dc, 3 sc, 3 dc and so on. Some were 1 of each repeating and some were just seemingly random. I wanted to add a little something to see even though it was a blanket for a kitty.

And here’s what he wound up with…

underfoots-blanket

The variegated rows actually look pretty interesting. I love working with variegated yarn because you never know exactly how it’s going to look until it’s finished. Some people see ducks, others rabbits. I see a pattern of blobs, but I’ve never had something I’ve made with variegated turn out looking quite so uniform before.

After the blanket was finished, I spread it out on the couch. Mister Underfoot jumped up on the couch, wrapped his arms around the edge of it and pulled it up to his face.

underfoots-blanket02

I left him alone with it and came back a few hours later to this.

underfoots-blanket03

I don’t think he likes it. 

Nov 162013
 

So, Mister Underfoot, what do you think about…

Uh huh? Wha? *snore*

Mister Underfoot, I was trying to ask you…

Rub my belly. *snore*

But Mister Underfoot! I have this daily post and I’m supposed to…

*snore*

Sheesh, you’d think it was Monday again.

Underfoot Sleeping

The Daily Post – Daily Prompt

Nov 042013
 

Eek! I almost forgot to add a post today. Since I don’t have much time, I’ll post another photo. I’ll make sure to do something different tomorrow!

I still have grand plans for posts for the rest of the month, but I do have a lot of pictures I would like to add as well. So, if my grand plans don’t come to fruition, I always something to post.

Have a topic you’d like me to cover?  Let me know in the comments or by email.

Mister Underfoot’s views on Mondays

Mister Underfoot on Mondays

Nov 022016
 

Anything to stop me from typing, Underfoot pulled out all the cute. He started by peeking over the laptop and staring at me with sad, doe eyes. Then, he crept around the side of the laptop, climbed up my chest and planted himself in front of my face. He succeeded in stopping the tap-tap of the keys that time. It’s hard to do anything except laugh when you have a cat in your face.

After I made him get off my chest, he jumped up on the cat jungle gym behind me so he could step off it and onto the back of the chair. It took him several minutes to climb down the side of the chair, doing something I think he believed was stealth, to the arm where he plopped down, pushed my arm out of the way and put his pouty face on the edge of the laptop.

Poor baby, but I still managed to finish day one!

Underfoot Unhappy About NaNo

Sep 032016
 

For the last couple months, I haven’t been posting as often. There are several reasons, but the biggest reason is Mirage.

Mirage is our other cat, my husband’s cat. Psycho cat is an apt description of her, but when my daughter was young we called her the clawing-biting-mass-of-silliness. It was often said through clenched teeth in order to keep from saying bad words in front of our young daughter. Thankfully, she’s calmed down with age, but she’s developed some other quirks that are driving me up the wall. 

There are a billion stories about her insane antics, some quite humorous, but I’ll stick to the matter at hand.

Mirage has been waking me up almost every day after only a few hours of sleep. She stands in the bedroom, on my side of the bed, yowling loudly and when I get up to see what’s wrong, she just wanders off. If I go back to bed, she starts in again just as I’m starting to doze off.

I tried to just ignore her, but she never stopped. I tried telling her to stuff it, but she didn’t listen. And I can’t close the bedroom door because Mister Underfoot would have a cow. We’d hear it through the door anyway. Well, I would. The hubby doesn’t always wake up to her yowling.

At first, the yowling was the only thing I noticed because I was half asleep but after a few weeks, I noticed that every time I got up she’d be standing there with a toy mouse in front of her feet. If I pretended to be asleep, she’d pick up the mouse, toss it around, then drop it and start yowling again. So, I tried playing with her. She looked at me like I was insane and walked away only to return and start yowling again as I was drifting back to sleep.

She doesn’t play anymore, so seeing her tossing the mouse around is cute and a little weird. And it’s always the same mouse. Here’s the culprit:

Mirage's Mouse

I’m sure it’s just a coincidence, but the mouse is gray and black like Mister Underfoot. We have other mice just like this one save the color and she never touches them.

Since it’s never any other mouse and it’s the only thing I’ve seen her play with in years, I didn’t want to take it away from her. I took to hiding it before we went to bed and that worked for about a week. I kept waking up anyway because my body was used to waking up after just a couple of hours. I didn’t put the mouse anywhere she couldn’t get to it and eventually she found my hiding place under Mister Underfoot’s blanket. I’m not sure if she actually found it or if Mister Underfoot uncovered it for her. I’m thinking the latter. Either way, the whole thing started all over again.

Now, she carries the mouse around even when we’re not asleep. She carries it to me and drops it at my feet, but if I try to play with her, she still just wanders away. She only yowls when we’re asleep, which means I’m not going totally crazy, but I’m not sure what to do. Every time I hide it, one of the two of them finds it and I still don’t want to take it away from her completely. If I put it somewhere they can’t get to it, I’m afraid I’ll forget to get it back out for her. She has some sort of attachment to this one mouse that I don’t understand, but the yowling has got to stop. I’m tired!

Any suggestions? Take it away from her and set an alarm on the phone reminding me to give it back to her? Let her keep it and put up with it since she’s so attached to it? Buy a hundred of them so maybe she’ll get confused or tired of it?

Mirage

Jun 202016
 

My mom surprised my hubby with this gorgeous lap quilt for his birthday. His jaw dropped when he saw all the incredible stitching that went into it. He spread it out on the floor and kept discovering something he hadn’t seen before.

Later, he placed it on his lap and I’d find him looking at it until his cat, Mirage, jumped in his lap and curled up in the middle of it.

Hubby's Lap Quilt - Front

I still have light issues inside, so I did the best I could with the pictures. It’s extremely detailed.

And of course, Mister Underfoot has already claimed it. Taking pictures without him in the middle was quite the feat, as usual. 

Hubby's Lap Quilt - Claimed

He wasn’t very happy when I made him move so I could pick it up off the floor. I hung it over the back of a chair and he’s currently curled up in the chair pouting. 

I posted pictures of the whole front and back sides, so you can see more detail. 

If you have any questions, feel free to comment and I’m sure my mother will answer. 

Mar 042016
 

I saw a table runner my mom made and commented on how much I loved the design, so she made me a lap quilt like it for my birthday. It’s gorgeous!

There’s only one problem… Mister Underfoot thinks it’s his. I spread it out and snapped a quick picture of it while he was occupied filling his belly. Otherwise, there would be a big fuzzy in the middle of the picture. So, I didn’t get it perfectly square for the picture and it’s a little fuzzy, but at least you can see the whole thing. I wanted to get the picture posted today, so I opted not to fight Underfoot and post what I had.

Click on the image to see more detail and the fuzzy right side.

Lap Quilt by Sandy

Feb 082016
 

I tried to imitate Mister Underfoot’s pose, but I hurt my neck waiting for him to figure out how to work the camera.

This is the “Phhtt! I refuse to wake up and move” position. While utilizing this superpower, Underfoot somehow gains fifty pounds, turns the cuteness factor up a hundred and is nigh immovable.

This is a valid excuse for not getting anything accomplished today, right?

Mister Underfoot Raspberry

Nov 092015
 

Mister Underfoot loves me. I love him, too. Now can I get some sleep?!

Recently, Mister Underfoot has decided that I’m not allowed to sleep for more than a couple hours at a time. I’m not sure what he’s actually doing, because I’m half asleep, but I wake up with his face a half an inch from mine, his whiskers tickling me.

It was cute… at first.

After days of getting a few hours sleep here and there, always waking up to the tickling of his whiskers, the lack of sleep finally caught up with me. Yesterday, I was so exhausted that I couldn’t function anymore. My calves were killing me like they tend to when I stay up too late and I couldn’t concentrate on writing. I decided to take a nap knowing that I wasn’t going to get more than a few hours sleep thanks to the Whisker Bandit, but I needed to get some rest so I could make word count.

As expected, two hours after I fell asleep, the Whisker Bandit struck again. This time I groaned, rolled over and covered my face with the sheet. I wondered why my addled, half asleep brain hadn’t thought of this before. I was just about to drift back off to sleep when Underfoot stepped up on my head and sat down!

A muffled, “Ahhhh!” escaped me as I pushed him off. Now that I’m awake, I realize how lucky I am that he didn’t freak out and leave me a few painful reminders on my face, his new chair. I’m not sure how I wound up on my feet beside the bed, but I must have tossed the covers off and jumped out of bed. Wide awake now, I gave up on sleep and turned on the light to get dressed. This is what I saw…

underfoot-glare

I don’t know how he wound up wrapped up in the quilt. Maybe it happened when I tossed the covers off or maybe he crawled in there. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or if his feelings were hurt. I grabbed my phone and took this pic while explaining to him I wasn’t mad at him, but my face was not a proper place to sit. He just glared.

As I type this he’s in his normal place, on top of my arm trying to prevent me from getting anything done. He’s fifteen pounds of bulk and muscle, but he feels more like fifty. So, he’s not mad at me anymore, he never stays mad for long, and I hope he’s learned his lesson about sitting on my head, but I don’t hold out much hope for more than a few hours of sleep anytime soon.

I wonder if I burn more calories typing with his extra weight on my arm. New writer’s workout? Strengthen your arms and burn extra calories! All natural cat weights!

%d bloggers like this: