Yarnification

The critters (Lena and Cat, the cats, and Loco, the dog) have been awfully needy on account of our hardly being home last week, and I think they were all surprised when we turned up before dark last night. Lena usually comes and meeps at me wanting to be petted just as I’m drifting off to sleep, but last night she did it three times. Cat, who usually only likes to be petted when it’s cold out, was all over Don. And Loco was Super-Huggy-Pup, wanting to give us hugs and kisses. He’ll stand on his hind legs and give you a hug if you ask him too, but when he starts offering hugs around when we haven’t asked for one you can tell he’s been a bit lonely.

Oh, and by the way, in case I’ve never said so, Cat isn’t called that because we were too lazy to think up a name or anything like that; he’s named after The Cat from Red Dwarf, with whom he shares many personality traits. But usually we call him Kittycat. That’s what he answers to.

I should definitely have time to block the pineapple square thing tonight. The house is clean again, or as clean as it ever gets. Don washed all those dishes (actually mostly water cups since we subsisted on sandwiches and fast food last week), the cats are now speaking to us again since I cleaned their litter box (they were getting mightily upset about that, definitely went too many days in a row without scooping), the laundry is done, the towels that got washed and dried over a week ago but never made it out of the dryer afterward are folded and put away, and other things that were let go last week got done.

I still haven’t frogged the Prairie Star back to the point where I made the mistake because I still can’t tell where I did it. I’m planning on taking a look at it tonight; the last few times I picked it up I was so tired that I couldn’t be sure of where it happened, and I didn’t want to just frog it back randomly (though I do think it happened about seven rounds ago), start again, and then find out later that I never found the mistake. I will cry if that happens.