Tuesday, February 21, 2006

What a thirsty kitty!

Spirit has always been very intrigued by the bath/shower process. Whenever I take a shower, she sits on the floor of the washroom and sometimes pats at the shower cutrain with her paws. When I take a bath, she'll put her front paws ont he edge of the tub and sometimes go so far as to sit on the edge and watch me (not as creepy as it sounds; if you're a cat owner, you understand). Whenever I'm done with my strange human water ritual and the water has all drained out, she jumps into the tub and begins licking the puddles that are left behind.

Last night I took a bath to soak my aching muscles (aching, thanks to an arobic/weight-lifting class I got talked into by a friend of mine). It was at this time, for the first time, that I realized that I can adjust the safety drain to allow the water level to rise high enough that it almost completely covers me to my shoulders. Heaven! It turns out, this is also high enough for Spirit to dip her head forward and reach the water and she began drinking my bath water! Luckily, I didn't use any soap or essential oils that may have made her sick. I guess this is what she'd been trying to do the whole time, drink the bath water. It was so strange to see her little kitty face meet her little kitty reflection on the water's surface. I couldn't help but watch in fascination for a while - and she must have been thirsty, because she drank a lot! - before cutting it short and draining the bath. Of course, she cleaned up the puddles, as usual.


Thursday, February 09, 2006

When kitties dream

Early this morning, around 5:30am, I was awoken by a strange sound. It was a very startled kind of squawk sound, definitely not machine-made, coming from somewhere in my bedroom. I looked around at the blurry shadowed shapes (I wear very strong prescription glasses) and my eyes finally stopped on the silhouette of my cat asleep in the corner. She usually sleeps in bed with me, but we've been having to administer an ear-cleaning and medication to her every night after dinner, so she's usually still pretty pissed at me by bed-time. After hearing the sound a few more times I realized it was Spirit. She must have been having an awful nightmare! I had to call her name a few times before she'd wake up. The nightmare must have been bad enough to make her quickly forget my horrible doctoring from earlier because it took almost no encouraging to get her to come to bed, where she wouldn't settle down until I would let her lay right on top of me. Poor dear. I wonder if she was dreaming of having Q-tips and liquid squirted in her ears.


Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Knitting Lesson #183

If you knit on a busy street corner in downtown Toronto while waiting for a streetcar, this will create a stripe of exhaust-shaded colour into whatever you are knitting. Damn.


Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Welcome to the Knit Side, Kristina!

Yesterday, I was hanging out in my co-worker Kristina's office for the last half hour of work. We really only need to be there to close up after the last students and teachers have left. I had my knitting with me to work on on the streetcar, so I took it with me into her office. Of course, by the end of the evening, she'd asked me to teach her and even bought yarn and needles on her way to work this morning. While I was teaching her, one of the teachers walked by and mentioned that she'd like to learn, too. Ahhh, so many converts. You don't know how sedcutive the Knit Side can be!