I got a call on Wednesday from my Dad offering me cat food and treats. I asked him what happened, and sadly he had to put his cat down. A couple of weeks ago, when I was down in the garage quilting, a massive rain storm came up and dumped quite a bit of rain. It did not let up and I needed to get home. Dad offered me a ride, and I declined. It is only rain, I walk farther at work from my car to my desk and walk in the rain. My house is about one block away. I wait just a bit for it to let up, and step out onto the porch steps. My Dad’s cat is out there, drenched, wanting in the house, which my parents said no she is drenched. I asked Dad if he wanted me to get her to go into the garage. His reply was “Sure.” She would not come. Normally she would just follow you and you could put her up.
So I physically picked her up, and was stunned. I am not sure how much the cat weighted, but in picking up a cat, they are usually bendy and mushy ready to sleek out of your arms in case they want to flight, not fight. Dad’s cat was hard as a brick. It almost felt like a solid mass of concrete, that is how not right the cat felt.
This cat was born on my son’s lap back on May 26th, 2006. We were just getting back into a nasty house, after a horrible divorce. When we left, I knew the cat was pregnant. I had called the neighbor who liked cats and asked him to feed her (because it was a scary divorce) and he said he would. That was the first weekend, I was back into the house, and I had missed that cat so much. She was such a good kitty. My son was sitting in his gaming chair, and she crawled up into his lap, and he asked me what was wrong with her. I took one look at her owly eyes in the brightest part of the day, and new something was wrong. I felt her big belly, she was contracting. I told my son not to move, and by golly a tail was being birthed by this momma cat while it was sitting on his lap.
I am not sure if that cat was comforting my son, or if she sought refuge and needed human love. I carefully moved her off, and said we needed to go, let her do this in peace and quiet. When we came back there were three kitties. There was Pancake (who became known as Dummy), Manson (who was named as such because of the wild look in his eye which reminded me of Charles Manson), and a black kitty (who was the runt).
I have had so many cats in my lifetime and in thinking back do not remember what happened to the black kitten. Pancake became my Dad’s shop door greeter and a real nasty one at that. She would always get up high and take a swat as the customers walked by. If you messed with her, she really could get nasty. My Dad taught her how to be a very junk yard dog kind of cat! LOL.
When Dad retired, the cat came to reside in the garage. My quilting machine came last. And the machine and the cat became room-mates. I always worried about the cat messing with things. In the newer days of my machine, I would do my darndest to make sure she would not mess with the machine by leaving all the bars to roll if she used them to walk on. I kept all step devices away so she could not lazily get on the machine. I could tell when she would visit the machine, my leaders would be hairy. But that is all she done. I knew better than to leave anything drape from the machine and always picked that up.
The day I started quilting SewQuester, was the day it rained so hard and I had to carry her. I had not gotten back down their to quilt in almost two weeks, and now my junk yard dog cat of the garage dome is gone. I am not going to lie, I have been cursing litter and vacuuming up her messes for quite sometime. But now there is no one to guard the garage and the quilts.
Lat night I was able to go and quilt. And I’ll be darned, I relized how much I missed the cat in that one pass. As I was quilting, I found Gecko poop on the quilt. Yeah, she was probably always chasing them, and they probably entertained her. Living in Texas, that is one thing I do know what it looks like. Our shed has it. The sad thing is, when they decide to use the restroom, they are like a cat and use the same spot over and over, making a mess.
I figure glue traps is my answer. I will have to figure out a way to put them like termite caps on the legs of my machine, so when they climb they do not make it.
And so it goes I went from one garage room-mate to another. The squatter room-mate is unwanted more so than the cat. The cat was old and predictable. Geckos are small and spry, and can go anywhere. Quilters in the south, how have you dealt with this problem?
I will just have to be better and get this one off the frame. I was able to make another pass last night, but I have a long ways to go. Custom quilting is time consuming.
I have gotten work accomplished on the 365 quilt block challenge. The easy blocks are over! I can start sewing those together for the next round in the medallion and may do that in the coming week. The 6 inch light blocks are now coming daily. I must say, working in lighter fabrics has been lovely, but there are sooooo many pieces that an evening is consumed by one block. I cut, then I cut some more, then I sew. Then I trim. Some of the pieces of fabric are cut on three times. Lots of HSTs and flying geese. Folded corners, or drawing a line and sewing a scant from the line. I am now missing the little dark blocks as those who have done this in years past said I would.
I am now on May 3rd, which I will start today and try to work a weeks worth in today and another weeks worth in tomorrow.
And yesterday I stopped by the quilt shop and had a blast. They are having very good times as many people have been sewing like the dickens! They have rearranged and added some things. It was glorious to be in a place to shop and have all that variety. I had not been able to go in there since March. It was nice to talk to the ladies too and see they are all doing well.
So today I will get to incorporate some of these fat quarters into the 365! I am excited!
The weather has went from so pleasant for a long time to HOT. Summer is here. It will be hot until October. After less than three days of it, I am ready for OCTOBER! LOL, I guess I am a heat wuss.
………….Another round of weekend laundry is calling my name. Thanks for stopping in and reading my blog, have a great weekend!