Charlie Boy has cottoned on to the fact that the laptop produces a surprisingly large amount of heat and has therefore made it his best friend.
Things get really interesting when he lies on the keyboard and I have no idea what he does, but he manages to lean on something such that iTunes starts playing. I came in the other day and thought burglars were having a party. His song of choice seems to be Amy Winehouse's "Rehab" (each and every time!)
Vorey, meanwhile, is still shunning the alpaca fur cushion which he so loved only a week ago (fickle creatures? Cats?) It has been washed but no, my pile of new fabric is much cosier, it seems. Ok, I'll sew with something else then.
Jacky Ginger seems oblivious to the fact that he runs the risk of being rotary cut into cat steaks.
My sister was staying last week, (what a week: filled with quilty chat, quilty reading, quilty sewing and errm, quilty shopping - and eating cake- you see it's not all just quilty.) She had a new project on the go and was incorporating my vintage scraps into a doll quilt. At least she was trying to...
So I waved goodbye to my sister on Saturday and headed straight for my empty Den? No chance...
This basket of vintage lace scraps is just too cosy, says Ginge.