no not this one, which is AlleyCat…that darn cat is the other one, not mentioning any names, will we Sylvester? Now you are saying to yourself, exactly what does this have to do with my stitching? Well enough, as finishing up the panda canvas over the last few weeks had really consumed my life and my house really went to hell in hand-basket. Not really sure exactly what that means, but I could not handle seeing the dust bunnies, the orts on the rug and all the other stuff a moment longer!
Well we started dusting and cleaning and just working up a storm while I was being well supervised by Miss AlleyCat. I have or should I say I had a glass top coffee table which is my lifeline while I am stitching. I often lift off the top of the table and set it off to the side so I can really clean…and out comes the vacuum cleaner and out goes the cats, well at least I thought they both went into the bedroom to hide from that big monster. Sylvester is the bigger scaredy cat and I can only think that he learned that from big brother Felix as Felix would run and hide if I even sneezed! I started up the vacuum cleaner and out of nowhere comes Sylvester flying round the corner and I see the glass top falling…falling…falling, but I am too far away to catch it in time. Needless to say the glass top did not survive the mishap, but Sylvester was safely hidden away, not to be seen for hours!
Nobody was hurt, not even the felines and I had quite a mess to clean up. I swept and picked up shards and swept and vacuumed and vacuumed some more. Of course I worry most about the glass getting into feline tummies and maybe cutting their paws and I never ever have anything on my feet in the house. The mess is cleaned up, the glass was recycled and the table was measured for a new top which has been ordered. Hopefully this won’t put too much of a cramp into my stitching life… so just maybe I might take a few days of from stitching.
Sylvester is giving me that look “ooh please don’t be mad at me Mom!” now how could you get mad at that face? and until next time…keep on stitching
Wow, now that would definitely give me cause to worry. I would also be more concerned about the cats getting glass in their paws or ingested. A few years ago Vince, the male unit in my house, was happily mowing the lawn when he hit a rock that flew right through my patio door and shattered the window. It got all over the place in a thousand pieces and also in the grass. Here I was with the Shop Vac vacuuming up the shards from the grass. Heaven forbid any one of my 3 girls (girls = dogs) would get a bit of glass in thier delicate paws.
I am quite a bit OCD, as most of my friends are aware of. I count things. When I take staples out of something I count each of them, count them again to make sure the correct amount goes in the trash and if now, I hunt till I find the missing one. Same with needles. I count how many I have out for a project and if one is missing, I am on the hunt again.
Sorry about the table top but happy not one of the precious cats or you got hurt.