I was taking more pictures of some of the yarn I still have available when Zip showed up. I haven’t seen him sitting on the front porch yet, but he is often under it. A place all our cats have been fond of.
It was an unusually warm day, warm enough for a Monarch Butterfly to be eating from the Zinnia’s in front of my studio. In past years, the flowers would have fallen to the frost by now. I had my studio door open and the dogs ran in and out as I did my work.
I’m pretty beat from the week. Now I’m looking forward to a light dinner, and a glass of wine. Maybe some popcorn as Jon and I watch a mystery later on.
I want to thank all of you who have bought my wool so far. I feel like, it’s a success already.
I just sold the third ball of Issachar’s roving and more of my wool this morning.
There’s still some available.
Each skien is labeled with the sheep it came from. They are all 200 yards of 3 ply worsted. And every order comes with a Thank You post card of my sheep.
You can see all my wool and buy it in my Etsy Shop. Just click here.
Zip got a sniff of the wool I wonder if he knows it comes from the sheep.
Zip hit the ground running when he came to the farm. He obviously feels the need to know about everything. I love how he put his paw out to Issachar. “And who are you?” I hear him ask. He’s probably got a little note book hidden in the barn.
Ha! I love the idea of him having a notebook Carolyn. Karen commenting that she had a black and white cat that she called the supervisor. Seems to be a part of the tuxedo’s. 🙂
That little Zip has sure added a lovely spark to Bedlam Farm!
It’s so true Barb. I think he came just at the right time.
I had a black and white tuxedo named Cat-Cat. He was a unique individual. He was two parts cat and one part dog. I called him the supervisor. He helped in the garden and kept the critters away from my compost in the backyard. We’re in the city, so he was a big help with that. He walked with me around the block. He’d come when I called. He’d come running when I pulled into the driveway. I call him my once in a lifetime cat. They just don’t make them like that every day 🙂
He sounds really special Karen. I can just picture you and him together. 🙂
He was super photogenic. I’ve been a photographer for years.. so I have way too many pictures of him. He grew up hanging out by the fire in my chiminea with me. He was my fire cat.
Wow Fire cat! that sounds powerful!
Assume he does, there is a similar smell.
Right!