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June 30, 2006
And The Winner is...
Thanks for all the suggestions, gang! To answer the question just burning in everyone's minds.....
No. He still doesn't have a name.
Now, there were some reeeally good ones in there... I feel I am getting very close.... I love Charlie - but Scott's brother named his kitten that. A friend of mine suggested Snarf - which I love - but that's also been taken by someone I know.... ORCO! For crying out loud, that is a great cat name. It just doesn't stick. NOTHING IS STICKING!
For a little insight, here are a few of the names I have tried on for size today:
Rocco
Kwyjibo
Walter
Jesus Cat Superstar
Snowball II
Captain Tightpants
Someday this poor little guy will have a name. Someday..........
In the meantime, we have a winner to announce!
Here is Kwyjibo assisting with writing out our contestants' names....
And here we see Jesus Cat Superstar ...umm... "helping" me fold up the papers for our drawing!
Give it a good shake!
Rossana! Come on down! You are the lady of the hour! Please shoot me an email with you addy and I will send you some goodies, stat! (sarah@scissorina.com)
Well, both I and Rocco/Kwyjibo/Walter/Jesus Cat Superstar/Snowball II/Captain Tightpants/LBC thank you for your kind assistance! This, in the very least, has helped me brainstorm. :) Maybe I should just take a friend's advice and down a bottle of wine and name him whatever I shout out first.....
Posted by Sarah at 9:15 PM | Comments (8)
June 27, 2006
Say My Name! A Very Snippy Contest
Isn't he just the most handsome little man you ever did see?
I don't know if it's all the people adopting kittens or all the people having babies, but I found myself suddenly unable to resist this little mug. He is the offspring of my buddy Michelle's tiny black cat, Panther (no, Michelle did not name the cat - her hubby is completely responsible for that name. She wants you to know that.). He is an only child which resulted in one overprotective mama and a lack of social skills. Mitch was having a hard time finding him a forever home and I had repeatedly said no no no! No more creatures in my house! No more animal hair attaching to my backside upon sitting on my couch! Just no!
Then we met. Oh dear. Suddenly the kitten that had no interest in people showed interest in me. How can you say no to that? It's quite a compliment, really! And I do love a challenge... He's very clever and I just knew there was a loving little furball in there somewhere. And then I went and bought that bag of cat food "because it was on sale" and well, I think everyone knew I was full of it.
So, home he came. (After a traumatic experience of watching Mitch grab him from under the bed where he was napping with his mama. More traumatic for me than him, I think. I'm a baby stealer!) He went straight to the doctor's office for a checkup and the first shots.
Which is when I found out two facts from my fantastic vet:
1. At 12 weeks, to weigh 5.5 pounds means you are going to be ONE BIG CAT.
2. The name I had chosen would be completely inappropriate since Lola is not really a good name for someone with testicles.
Yup - the kitten Mitch had insisted was a girl - was a boy. Go fig. The same thing happened to Heather with her cat, The Chairman (previously known as Jasmine). And Mary was determined to bring home girls from the shelter, but it was 2 boys that stole her heart! I think we McNally lasses are just cosmic suckers for a pretty face.
So, we're back to 2 boys and 2 girls (including moi) in my house and I am pleased as punch.
But he needs a name! As is typical for me, he already has about 16 nicknames, including The Bean, Little Black Cat (or LBC), and Mister Fella, I know none of those are going to stick.
Here are some fun facts about LBC:
- He cried in the car the whole way to the vet - the only thing that quieted him down was singing "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman". Swear on a stack.
- His feet are so big he trips on them.
- His favorite pastime is playing with his little fabric ball - he picks it up in his mouth and runs to a preferred spot, then drops it and whacks the crap out of it.
- He looks like he's wearing legwarmers.
- His tail is as long as his body.
- His favorite place to nap is on my computer desk.
- He likes having his belly rubbed.
- When he tries to jump up on the windowsill, he falls on his ass.
- He doesn't purr often, but when he does it feels hella rewarding. :)
What better occasion for a little fun? To jog my noggin', I invite you to please leave a comment with your suggestions! Friday night, I will throw all my fantastic commenters' names in a busket and pull out the winner of:
Why, it's 3 skeins of purpley cotton chenille and a fat quarter of some Amy Butler fabric! Kitten leg not included.
And I'll do you one better, fair readers.... if your name actually STICKS(!), you will get a special prize to be determined by me and the cat to soon be formerly known as LBC.
Let's leave this little contest open until Friday at 8pm/ET when I will pick the winnah! Good luck to all - and let's name that cat! WOO!
PS - Need more kitten pics to get your fix? Well, here you go - some cute cute cute pics from my last photo shoot with Mary's boys.
EDITED TO ADD: The shop has been updated! Go take a look-see! ;)
Posted by Sarah at 4:08 PM | Comments (15)
June 21, 2006
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Filled to the Brim
Have I ever mentioned that my two furry companions are obsessed with food? Well, they are. Both of them.
Kyra has been a successful participant in the Boot Camp that is Sarah's Puppy Dog Diet. She lost the pounds, looks great, has energy! But, she has never faced her mental issues... she clearly associates food with love (seriously - when I first cut back her portions, she was totally depressed and bummed out!). So, I keep an eye on her and feel proud that I was able to help her get back to a normal healthy size and try my best to keep her from licking the ice cream from little kids' cones when we're at the park.
Tito (aka Mister T) is not a successful participant in ANYTHING. He is a big loudmouth when he doesn't get food OR when there is not enough to his liking. He loves to eat his bowl of food, yell at me for more and when more is not delivered, he runs to the nearest spot of carpet and claws the crap out of it while staring at me. Cute, right? He is the kind of over-eater that would eat himself to death. And he'd die happy. Because THAT IS HOW MUCH TITO LOVES FOOD. Recently, I decided to go hardcore and ignore his pushy, destructive ways. "You're going on a diet, Fatso!" I declared. (I'm not mean. Have you seen this cat? He weighs like 17 pounds. It's unreal.) Reduced calorie food and severly smaller portions! Three days in and things seemed to be going smoothly.
Too smoothly.
This morning, I awoke to this:
This is a bag of kitten food I picked up at the store and had placed on the counter. Why a bag of kitten food, I hear you asking? Well, it was on sale and I had been considering adopting the kitten that my buddy Michelle's cat recently had (she is an only child and needs some work to come out of her shell - more on her another day) and saw the kitten food and figured - either I will keep it for her or I will give it to Michelle if I can't take her. Mystery explained. Anyway - it was up on the counter when I went to bed. It was no longer on the counter when I got up this morning.
This, loyal readers, was a joint effort. You see, Kyra cannot get up on the counter, but Tito sure can. And Tito - for all his voracity - is incapable of tearing such a giganto hole straight down the side of the bag as we see here. No, friends - this involved teamwork.
Have Kyra and Tito finally found the one thing that can cause them to bond and work together? Have they finally realized that the other is just as pissed as they are that the lady with the opposable thumbs is keeping a lock on the pantry door?
Or maybe they figured if they ate this bag of food, then I couldn't possibly bring another animal into their home?
Either way, the result was the same.
This is how I found them:
And wouldn't you know it? Not one peep from anybody so far today for food. As a matter of fact, I dropped some of my lunch right in front of Kyra's face and she couldn't bring herself to eat it.
I'd like to think this taught them a lesson. Too bad it will be forgotten by 6:40am tomorrow morning when my alarm goes off.
Posted by Sarah at 9:56 PM | Comments (5)
June 13, 2006
Fiberfly!
So I know I've been silent for a while here - but this time I have good reason!
Mary and I have started up an Etsy shop to sell our fiber! Wooo!
We call her Fiberfly and we just posted our last round of handpainted fluff for the world to see. :)
Go! Take a peek! I'll wait...
My personal favorite is the mohair I handpainted in the "I'm So Sari" colourway.... Yum yum persimmon and orchid! Yum yum mohair! How I heart thee!
Here's a pic:
I'm hoping to get another batch of roving finished up this weekend! How exciting!
Can I possibly use any MORE exclamation points?!!!!!!!
!
Posted by Sarah at 12:38 PM | Comments (8)
June 2, 2006
Zorg's Nifty Pouch & Cozy
Well, being stuck in my apartment with no car for a week has at least resulted in some decent crafting!
Here we have a crafty solution to a nagging problem I've had since getting my shiny little loudmouth, Zorg the iPod.
I use Zorg mostly in the car, on my long walks on my lunchbreak, while washing the dishes, and cleaning the house.... I bought a case with a strap, but it just doesn't do it! The strap is too long, so Zorg is always being jostled about. :( And it doesn't cover his head properly, so I get worried when I get caught in the rain during a walk! Boo, Hiss, I say!
So here is my solution.
Why, it's a smart little pouch! (I loooove these buttons! I was saving them for something good.)
What's that you say? Well, it is a clever little pocket to hold my earbuds when they're not in use!
Oh! Here we have a little buttonhole-turned-earbud wire hole!
A little extra storage is always nice....
"But, Sarah", I hear you say, "Poor little shiny loudmouth Zorg won't be very safe in just a couple layers of calico!" Fear not faithful readers, Snippy brought out the big guns.
I used a couple layers of quilt batting, some flannel and my still improving hand quilting skills to make Zorg this clever little cozy. If the baby gets dropped, his noggin should still be in one piece.
Posted by Sarah at 8:03 PM | Comments (9)
June 1, 2006
A Request From Heather
Heather gave a shout out today that it's been far too long since a Haiku Thursday entry on this sucker.
So, here is a 3-in-1 special for today:
Piece of crap Mazda
Broken down in my driveway
Towed away today.
Dealer tried to scam
He didn't know I'm too poor
To be scammed - oh well.
Towed again to new guy
Who will fix her up all nice.
For the bucks I have.
UGH. My luck is so bad it actually IS funny at this point. Don't be afraid to laugh.
Posted by Sarah at 9:28 PM | Comments (3)