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

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

 

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. 

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 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.

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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 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!

Nov 132014
 

I’m using Write or Die to time this for me. Today’s Daily Prompt was 10 minutes of free writing, so we’ll see what happens. No plans, just typing whatever comes into my head.

I’ve been working hard at NaNo this year. I’m trying to push myself beyond 50,000 words and I’m still on track to at least finish the 50k, so I’m free like I’m doing well so far.

I haven’t had time to work on any new crochet or jewelry projects since I started NaNo. I have a shawl I’m dying to make and I have beads that are dying to be used. I’m anxious to get back to work on other hobbies, but I’m enjoying this time with just my writing. I’m not good at balancing things, so I often wind up working on one thing at a time. I wish I could manage to do all three in one day and get everything else done.

Mister Underfoot has been driving me crazy, but he’s so adorable it’s difficult to be upset. He won’t let me read. He pushes the book out of my hand and covers the entire thing with his body. When I’m writing, he tries to get between me and the keyboard. When I cook, he plants himself in the middle of the floor for me to trip over.

I got to see my grandson again last night. He’s getting so big! There’s nothing as precious as seeing the smile on his face.

So far the laptop is hanging in there!

I’m starting to feel guilty spending so much time writing on my husband’s days off. He had vacation for the first week of November, he always takes off over our anniversary, and his weekend is Wed and Thurs. It gives him an excuse to play games though, so I don’t think he’s too upset.

The Daily Post – Ready, Set, Done!

Our ten-minute free-write is back for another round! Tap away on whatever comes to mind, no filters attached. (Feel free to edit later, or just publish as-is).

I opted not to edit.

Nov 072014
 

Yesterday’s post was about what I would say to Underfoot if he was literate for a day. Today, he gets to respond.

Reading yesterday’s post first is advisable. You can find it here: The Blanket I’ll Never Finish

Dear Christy,

The blanket is mine. Your lap is warm and comfy. I’m not moving!

The toilet? Dream on. I’m not trying to balance on that thing! I’d fall in and I see what you do in there. Now flush it for me so I can play with the swirling water.

I don’t understand what the baby is. He doesn’t give me attention, he’s not another cat and when he’s around I’m not the center of attention anymore. His toys? He doesn’t have toys. Everything on the floor is mine, including feet! And shoes!

It’s time for my tenth nap today. Please spread the blanket out across your lap again and stop trying to turn it over. It disturbs me!

Signed,

Mister Underfoot

underfoot-phhtt

Yesterday, your pet/baby/inanimate object could read your post. Today, they can write back (thanks for the suggestion, lifelessons!). Write a post from their point of view (or just pick any non-verbal creature/object).

The Daily Post – Return Address

Nov 062014
 

Every winter for the last several years, I’ve been working on the same blanket. It’s maroon, navy, charcoal and black with a wave design and I’m dying to finish it. It’s huge so it has taken me a long time anyway, but Mister Underfoot makes the process nigh impossible.

Here’s what happens when I try to work on it…

 

If Mister Underfoot could understand everything I wrote for a day, I would tell him that I’m not trying to be cruel, but if he’d just let me finish the blanket he could sleep on it all he wanted!

Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?

I’d also tell him that the toilet is pretty easy to learn how to use.

And I’d tell him that the baby isn’t here to take his place and he can stop being a jerk to him. He nips at Zander whenever he gets near and steals his toys. He’s super jealous and thinks everything is his.

The Daily Post – Literate for a Day

Jun 082014
 

The kids spent a little over a week with us at the end of May into June. I had planned to take a ton of pictures while they were here, but I completely forgot until the last couple of days. I did wind up with a few pictures though.

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