First, she shooed Ginny out of the bathroom, even though the space behind the washing machine was desperately calling Ginny's name. I have faith in my daughter, though. She will get there someday. Then, Mom made me get out of the pile of fabric scraps, where I was taking a nice nap. She says she doesn't want to wash the scraps again, just because I can't tell the difference between the scrap pile and a litter box! I know the difference. The scraps are warmer and softer. No hay though, except the leftovers stuck to my fur. That's for snacks when I wake up from my nap, except when my nap is rudely interrupted.
Now Mom is saying that I should show you pictures of the tiny thread sketches she just finished, as studies for something larger. I don't know why I should. Oh, wait. She's getting the papaya bag.
OK, here goes. Mom made these tiny 11 inch quilts from her hand-dyed fabrics using thread sketching techniques. I don't know what that means.The first one is some yucky predators.
The second one is a giant herbivore, who probably hogs all the hay out there in the wild. I'm glad I'm in here.
Now to go get those treats! I hope your weekend is full of treats, too.
Ginny, wait. You have to share with your old Dad. Kids!