I get all set up on Sunday. We had some first day of spring thunderstorms roll through. The lights flickered a bit and I think that one sound was hail. I sat down to have a lunch of sliced strawberries and a croissant and Pilchard reminded me of one thing. She hates thunderstorms. My lap was the preferred place to ride this out. Well, that's okay, I guess, while I'm shoveling strawberries into my mouth but I really wanted to sew. There was a lull about 1. I went to start dishes because I can multi-task; sew a little, wash dishes, sew some more. I got my work space all ready and ...
she was having none of it. I attempted to pick her up and she extended her claws which I knew would tear the tissue. Okay, let's find something else to do until she decides she doesn't want to sit on things anymore. I know, I'll work on the cross-stitch. The minute I sat down, Pilchard was in my lap. She was just exceptionally clingy yesterday. Oh well, there are worse things than to have a cat want your lap.
Instead of sewing on the jacket, I worked on the cross-stitch. Two more leaves were finished and I had a happy cat. I thought I was done with this side but I'm not. There is one more leaf to do at the top. It's coming along nicely even it I have to stop and provide ear scratches.
Beverage: Dr Pepper