I was prepping rouladen* for tomorrow's supper, and the cats were losing their little furry minds. So I offered them a pickle. They were unimpressed. *German, pickle and bacon (and carrot and onion, in some recipes) wrapped in thin slices of beef and braised, served with gravy.

Amir is particularly photogenic at the moment, particularly his majestic cheek fluff.

Also I determined that my clogs give me foot cramps. Wonder if there's anyone in town that can resole them (again).

We are prepping #2's kitchen ceiling for painting it white. We have discovered that it was also originally white... <sigh>

We have a visitor! 🪶 This is right outside the home office, about ten feet from the house. She would really love to know where the tasty sparrows all went.

What to do, what to do. Errands, before it snows, I think. I can wrangle recycling and trash tomorrow.

Amir. Sweetheart. I know you're happy that I'm finally home. You're not even upset about the other cats. But please stop licking my eyebrow.

I'm at my late sister's place because reasons. Paul Stanley has found the space heater.

Finished! The seam bindings are hella ugly but that's what putting 1/2" bias tape over multiple layers of denim will get you. Pattern is Sew Liberated's L'Oeuf bag.

My weather app says it's -38F/-39C wind chill. The wind chimes are busy, like a gaggle of monks with handbells.

The purse is almost done! I have to sew the binding onto the seam allowances and that's it. Current stats are 5 pieces sewn backwards including the one length of bias binding, and at least two additional fucked up seams that I had to rip. So, pretty usual for me.

Well, it's nice to know that my ability to sew things together backwards hasn't deserted me.

Argh. I am TRYING to make this purse for my cousin, and now I can't find my rotary cutter to make the damn bias tape. In fairness, I haven't done a complete sewing project in YEARS so I am utterly unsurprised at how completely disorganized I am. Still cranky about the cutter, though.

I sat down to catch up on social media for a few minutes...

Timeline cleanse: sound up for kitty snores.

I am finally investigating a doom bin that had been occluding the sewing room closet, and I have found more than one item that I can identify but have no clue why it is here. But I found my glue gun.

The plan: sleep in, faff about on the internet, get some sewing done. The reality: sleep in, faff about a bit on the internet, do the cat boxes, deal with the mountain of things the piss terrorist has pissed on. Some of which are trashed. @rahaeli.bsky.social, why do we like cats again?

Now there is a working fridge I can fill it with cheese*! *And other things, but mostly cheese.

New fridge is here - came home after Thanksgiving to find the old one had died, and what with the December chaos, fridge issues got shoved aside for a bit. Then I swept and mopped the floor. Poor Amir. He feels long sticks are evil and there were THREE of the horrible things. Broom, dustpan, mop.

We had fondue and are watching BBC nature documentaries and drinking glögg out of the bottle.

If you need a timeline cleanse, or just a moment of calm, I offer Amir purring.

I was trying to tape a pattern together and Amir was helping.

Introduce yourself with five animals you've seen in the wild: Gopher snake Golden eagle American mink Northern harrier Canada jay

In the process of searching for statuary with which to decorate my garden, I am forced to conclude that my idea of whimsical is not what the makers of garden statuary consider whimsical. Bah.

We are at my sister's place in Wisconsin for the holiday. My son-in-law is reading Tolkien and trying his best to ignore my sister watching Green Bay vs. Detroit. My sister watching a Packers game is a spectator sport.

🪶#2 has a mostly resident turkey these days...

We have had to "retire" the catnip banana, because SOMEONE* went and LICKED a hole in it. *the Kugelprinzessin #cats

Doves. And a skwirl. 🪶

The Kugelprinzessin has managed to remove her collar somewhere. Mostly this is an issue because it has a bell to prevent incidents of Stealth Tortie*. *she jumps on the bed, surprising me. I tend to yelp when surprised, which frightens her. It's not good for either of us.

Lady Cooper's hawk on a slow pigeon in my yard. 🪶

I need someone to outsource my executive function to.

This just in:

Beans!

This just in... #cats

Taking the yearly cybersecurity awareness training. Whee.

An eepy prince. It's a terrible shame he's not happy here.

Amir says Godmorney!

The mouthy tortie would like breakfast. The brown cat is currently cosplaying a scarf.

We are spending the afternoon at Frontenac. Spouse is doing radio and I am nominally birding - if a bird comes by I'll ing it.

Apparently a human clipping their own claws does not require treatos. In other news, my typing accuracy is back up.

Just your regular suburban family out for a stroll. Ot dinner. Or both.

I had THOUGHT the Kugelprinzessin had finally made a correct association between an activity (peticures) and treatos. Then we got Amir, and now I know that the association is with peticures *in general* which means she expects treatos regardless of whose claws are being clipped.

Tonight's project: these are kind of this recipe medievalcookery.com/recipes/disp... in puff pastry. I used Scappi's version which calls for chard instead of spinach, and no sugar. They're also not exactly twists...

The Spouse is off doing radio things and the Kugelprinzessin is languishing.

🪶 This lovely landed in the next door neighbor's tree and now all the squirrels are going off.

Amir. Sweetheart. I do not need to huff a cat at this time.

Amir, chasing his tail. Because cat.

I am reclaiming my sewing room (only a year after the Child moved out) and my able assistant/supurrvisor is sleeping on the job.

An eepy prince.

Amir is a handsome young man.