Yesterday was Macy's one-year anniversary with us. She's a much more comfortable with us and can usually be found sitting in our line-of-site, watching us intently. Macy has also learned that paper plates mean catnip (I put catnip on paper plates for both Macy and Delilah) and that good things come from the kitchen. She's a bit more vocal but only when it comes to food, which I believe she learned from Delilah.
|Macy's favorite perch|
|No eyes! A rarity not to see those owl eyes.|
I started a new ripple stitch afghan for Mr. Grumpbump. He picked out the colors he wanted and I started it immediately. I have to finish my pedicure socks, but I find it hard to work on them when I have my (current) favorite pattern on the needles. I really put a lot of time into the afghan this weekend.
A nice lady at work is going to teach me to crochet. Crochet will never replace knitting as my favorite hobby, but I have found so many cute crochet patterns that I want to try. I'm going to have to dig through my stash of yarn and find something suitable to practice with.
I was supposed to go into work this weekend. I didn't make it because I feel like I'm coming down with a cold. I needed to work into order to catch up on some things that have just sat on my desk for weeks, while I put out fires and work on other high priority items. But you know what happens when you put something on the back burner too long, it will become the next high priority. I just hate being behind, but I hate going into work on the weekends even more. Just thinking about me makes me sick.
Mr. Grumpbump thinks that Delilah is sick. But I've tried to look at the situation from a realistic view. She's still eating regularly (wet and dry food), drinking water, and going to the bathroom. She has been listless and hanging around the apartment more than usual. I think it can be pinpointed to the change in Mr. Grumpbump's schedule. He and Delilah had a definite routine for more than 18 months and now, with Mr. Grumpbump getting a new job and working during the day, Delilah has had to adjust. It is not as ominous as Mr. Grumpbump would have me believe.
|Orange Cat loves to nap|
We are not-so-patiently waiting for the short sale bank to decide if we can finally buy our house. The appraisal by my lender came in $1500 under the offered purchase price and we immediately got an amendment to the contract to reduce the sales price. My interest rate lock expires 30 day from tomorrow so the pressure is on to close this before the beginning of September. I'm so anxious about this - sometimes I can feel my heart beating out of my chest thinking about actually purchasing this place.