And, like always when I don't pay attention to Little Baby's tuna demands, she then goes on a campaign to distract me from whatever else I'm doing so that I'll be forced to give her some tuna or go insane. Here she embarks on one of her favorite gambits for distracting me, that of "posing".
And don't, for a minute, fall for it. Sure, it's charming. Sure, it's cute. But let's call it for what it is..... a cat's way of "human manipulation".
She's not above ridiculing me, either, as shown below where she yawns as largely as she can next to a stack of my reading material, which really doesn't bother me since I couldn't care a fig about what she thinks of my reading choices.
(Those particular books are on the floor since my knitting stuff has grown, like lichen and moss, all over every single piece of furniture we own, leaving little space for books. I'd put homeless books on all the toilet bowl tanks if I didn't think it would convince Blaine that I'm even crazier than he thinks I am.)
And if subtleties don't work, there's always the ever-popular pose below, where she literally sits on her damn plate until it drives me so damn nuts that I go in there and put some damn tuna on her damn plate.
It's cold today so I'm wearing my Mardi Gras house socks. (And excuse me for the errata snafu on my posts to the Socknitters and Knitlist today---I have since corrected the errata with an errata to the errata---and I've also corrected it on the original blog post. The pattern was correct as written, but I had just neglected to put in the option for a slightly different color pattern just before dividing for the heel, which basically is where you switch two little color charts.) (Dadgummit, I just confused myself again. Frankly, I think there needs to be an errata to my brain...)
"Oh for pity's sake, Little Baby", I told her rudely, as she continued her foolishness. "If you think you're so dang cute, then why don't you go to Cat Fashion Model School?"
Meanwhile, here's my progress on the Little Red Riding Hoodie's peplum area. But you can't see what I've done--- it's a row of small bobbles. This camera does not like that particular red yarn no matter which angle or flash I use.
And then, of course, Little Baby wasn't about to let me get the last word with my jab about Cat Fashion Modeling School--- as illustrated by the startling picture below....