On that cigar like Monica Lewinski

We went to the Old Town Cat House last weekend and bought early Christmas presents for the kitties. Ginger got some replacement toy mice, and Hugo got his very own catnip cigar. Ginger doesn't react to catnip, but Hugo goes absolutely nuts. He's been carrying his cigar around with him for the last week. It's like his new best friend. Here he is welcoming it into the family:

Don't even think about it, lady.

Anyone who knows Hugo knows this is abnormal behavior for him. He is normally very crabby and skulks around the house, with a very pissed off expression on his face and is exceedingly suspicious and wary of strangers and anyone who lives here that he hasn't seen in the past five minutes. He's known for attacking visitors. I love it when he gets high on catnip - it makes me think he isn't such an asshole after all.

In knitting news, I sent off the wee mittens and hat to my nephew a few days ago. His mom called us and he screeched "THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU!" on the phone to us. So freakin' cute! Here they are completed:


I've started "Dashing" from Knitty. They're the dude version of "Fetching", the women's fingerless gloves. I'm making them as a Chistmas present for my dad. He never reads blogs about knitting, so I'm safe showing them off here:




I've finished the left one, and will hopefully complete the right one in the next week. They are really easy and knit up pretty quickly. I'm knitting them in Patons Merino wool. I love that stuff!

I would next like to venture into felting and make some pillow covers for the million year-old pillows we have that still work fine but look like crap.

We also added some Christmas cheer to our house. I need to pick that crap up off the porch, though.


And one more kitty picture. I am so glad they like their cowskin condo: