More Malcolm, Less Knitting

If you came to see some knitting updates, well, you'll be disappointed. When there is a kitten around, knitting gets done is snatches. Those green mittens I was working on a couple of weeks ago? Yeah, they're frogged. Way too big for my small hands... So let's see. What did I work on...

* St. Aula one slow round at a time. Malcolm loves flopping yarn.
* Stealth knitting. Here and there. Again with the floppy yarn.
* Delores? Probably a few stitches. Malcolm managed to bungee jump into the bag of yarn, and getting him out was an ordeal. He thought it was all in good fun.
* I'll 'fess up to having started Kittiwake. I figured small project, a lot of oomph. But in navy blue? Seriously. But it will be done.
* Socks. And only when the boy is asleep, because he thinks DPN's are excellent for grabbing at. I can't tell you how many times he's managed to pull a needle out. Many times. Many, many times.
* And one other stealth project...shhhhhh.

I have found my knitting mojo, but I will never be a one-project kind of girl. Can you tell?

Malcolm is the funniest little guy to have around. And let me tell you, he can wrestle with the best of them. Although he hasn't learned yet when to take NO for an answer.

Mae doesn't always think he's so great to have around though.

"Hi Mae! You awake?!! Wanna play?!! Let's play! Let's play! Let's play!"

"Go. Away."

Mae has never been a "morning" cat. Actually, she's always a bit grumpy when she wakes up from a nap. If she's woken up from a nap, watch out. Malcolm still has to learn that. I'm pretty sure Malcolm thinks she's the top cat. He only needs to be shown once by her that he's out of line, and he'll respect it. He's allowed to sleep next to her, as long as he doesn't try anything silly. Because Mae? Doesn't do silly.

Malcolm often picks wrestling matches with his brothers. Especially Gandalf. But, being such a good brother, Gandalf will play with him, and for the most part, it's good, harmless fun. Occasionally, when he's had enough, he'll pick Malcolm up (who will only go kicking and screaming) by the scruff, and bring over to the kitty bed. The first few times I saw that, I did panic, but I've since learned (thanks to the vet and my friend Raven), that it's harmless. Now, I've mentioned before that Gandalf has stepped in to the role of Surrogate Kitty Mom. He loves Malcolm. So much so, that when he thinks he's in trouble, or if he thinks Atticus is being too rough (which he never is, but what do I know!), he'll come to Malcolm's rescue.

So. As the boy grows, he finds new places to explore. And he's a smart one, let me tell you. Much smarter than the rest of his siblings were at that age. He figured out pretty quickly that if jumps up on the chair, he can then jump up onto the table, and get a look outside the kitchen window. He learned how to get down the hard way though.

"Look at me!"

"Atticus, how do I get down?! Oh, hi Gandalf!!! Whatcha doing?"

I'm in the other room, when I hear the Malcolm Screech of Protest. I just made it into the kitchen quickly enough to see Gandalf, with Malcolm by the scruff, on top of the table.

He then jumped off the table with Malcolm still in his mouth. I nearly had a stroke.

Malcolm was fine; more pissed off than anything. He whacked Gandalf in the head, and ran off. I guess Gandalf figured that he needed "rescuing". Malcolm learned pretty quickly after that how to get off of the table on his own.

"Uh oh, here comes Gandalf..."


"Dude. I really don't think he liked that... He punched you good."

Kittens...Cats...

Most of the time, nothing but Gandalf will do.

*snuggle*

*snore*

Much like Gandalf at that age, he thinks it's much cooler to eat the big kitty food, and to hell with the kitten stuff. Which is fine...but I still have to watch out for Atticus.

Kitten food goes right to his hips...

So, I really hope to have some actual knitting progress for you next week! Provided I'm able to get in a few hours here and there.

Have a great week everyone!