We just sent out today's Yarnmarket Spotlight. This issue features Vogue Knitting Magazine, one of the most popular knitting magazines in the world.
Be sure to have a look at it because it's loaded with great fashions for summer and Autumn 2011 and we have two very interesting articles. First, you'll learn the history of the magazine. The second article features the fantastic Trisha Malcolm and her rise to be Editor of the knitting magazine we all love.
Be sure to enter the contest so you have the chance to win a free ticket to the VK Live Event in California this September.
Even Dr. Shields commented, "This is a really nice cat." Yes, our little stray pussycat is adorable. She's docile, yet playful. Really the perfect little kitty.
After examining her he told me that she did have tail damage, but it would likely get better over time. He suspects she was dinged by a car. It hit her but didn't run over her. Just sort of bent her a bit.
That makes sense to me. There's a farm not far from our house that has a number of barn cats. Every once in a while, one of them will cross Highway 204 to our neighborhood. It appears that this little sweety must have decided to see if we have better quality mice on the north side of the street.
Tomorrow we'll pack her up and drive her to her new Mom in Lancaster, OH. Alex and I will cry because we really do adore her and we'd love to keep her. But I know her new family will welcome her with open arms and open paws and that she'll be very happy in a far safer place.
I can't thank Donnely enough for helping one more little kitty have a long and healthy life!
Our precious little kitty spent a nice holiday weekend in bed while Alex and I plastered the neighborhood with signs and fretted over her future. She stayed there all day Saturday and most of Sunday. By Saturday afternoon we were a little worried and I called the vet but couldn't get her in for a visit. When she got up to eat and go to the bathroom, I noticed she was having trouble so I sent Alex (the guy who claims not to love pussycats) out to the pet shop for some kitty laxative. That seemed to do the trick but she still wanted to stay in bed.
When I lifted her up she let our a little squeal so I realized she was in pain. I examined her, and then the photos we had of her shortly after arrival, and I noticed that her tail was always hanging low behind her. She didn't have it up like a flagpole the way most little kitties do.
So...it appears we've got a cat with a broken tail. Today we're taking her to Dr. Shields, a very nice veterinarian here in Pickerington, OH.
And as soon as she's well, she'll be joining her new family in Lancaster, OH! Isn't that wonderful! Donnely, one of our long-time customers, offered to take her in. We're really relieved because Alex mustn't live with cats. (Allery-induced asthma.)
Donnely has several other pussycats who we know will make wonderful siblings to our sweet little broken-tailed pussycat. This is a photograph of them after a mouse had been flushed. Apparently, they thought it could be retrieved!
Many, many thanks to Donnely for doing such a wonderful thing for this little kitty. You're our hero!
I was minding my own business at the office this morning -- you know, inputting new yarn data and watching what was supposed to be the Casey Anthony trial in the top corner of my screen -- when I got a call from Alex.
"Come home right now," he said, almost in a panic.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"There's something here that won't stop following me. Come and do something about it."
Well, I know what a cat magnet Alex is, so it took me a nano-second to figure it out. As you may recall, it was two years ago on this very weekend that an injured cat we named "Scarface" appeared. Alex trapped him. We got him medical care. And then we found his owner. All was right with the world.
Well, another little pussycat has found us.
I rushed over to the grocery store to buy kitty litter, food and special cat milk (because Alex said he or she was too young to be out on its own) and I raced home to assess the problem.
Yup. It's a cat all right. It's a cute little kitty that loved the tuna Alex gave to it and then gobbled up the food I brought home.
You know how it goes. The cat is now sleeping happily in our house and Alex is outside so he won't have an allergy attack. He's very severely allergic to the cats who keep wanting him to adopt them.
So, my project this weekend will be finding the owner of this little kitty cat or finding someone who wants him.
If you'd like a lovable little kitty, please let me know. It comes complete with a supply of food and a catnip mouse.
As some of you know, I've been glued to my computer for the past few days watching the Casey Anthony trial. That means that Michele and Stef have been constantly entertained as they hear me clicking away on my keyboard while I'm shouting at my monitor, "Oh, yeah?! You're a stinkin' liar!!!"
This is why I never followed my father's footsteps as a Defense Attorney. Where he sees only "alleged" crimes by "alleged" perpetrators I see dirty, rotten scoundrels who should do hard time for the rest of their miserable, criminal lives. And that's just for people caught jay-walking.
Yes...I know I can be a bit Draconian at times. But, on the other hand, I'm not the least bit Machiavellian -- unless you've got a marshmallow that I happen to want to eat. Then it's each man for himself and my treachery knows no bounds.
But back to the trial.
Imagine you're a 28-year old guy who gets into the courtroom to watch one of the most gut-wrenching trials of the decade. Are you riveted by the tension...the possibility of a young woman getting the death penalty for (allegedly) murdering her own child? Are you watching intensely as each side maneuvers to discredit the other's witnesses? Are you struggling in your own mind to draw a conclusion from all the contradictory data you're hearing from people of dubious credibility?
No.
You're sitting there like a dope giving a finger to the Prosecuting Attorney.
Now, why oh why would you do that?
"I dunno," he shrugged when confronted by a very angry judge.
He was just bright enough to reluctantly concede, "It was stupid."
Stupid? Just stupid?! Yeah...I'd have to say it was stupid. Six days in jail and $643 stupid.
The worst of it is that the guy has to admit that at 28 years of age he: 1. Earns about $14,000 per year 2. Has monthly bills of about $1500 per month 3. Has about $100 in his checking account 4. Has about $12 in his savings account
Okay...so let's do the math. He earns $14K. His bills each year are $18K. He's already on the road to financial ruin. And he's dopey enough to get himself sent to jail for doing something you wouldn't even expect from a 14-year old.
Holy cow!
Matt, I really hope you've learned a lesson. I hope that the people at TGI Friday's don't have to fire you for doing something so unbelievably stupid that the entire country hit itself on the forehead and gasped, "Huh?!!!" when they watched you in court.
But I do hope that your parents give you a much-needed kick in the backside and tell you to act your age. For heaven's sake...you're a 28-year old man.
(Note to TGI Friday's -- Yeah, everyone expects you to fire him.)
We just sent out today's Yarnmarket Spotlight. This issue features Vogue Knitting Magazine, one of the most popular knitting magazines in the world. 
