My sister has a kitten. His name is Gideon (although he has also been given the unofficial names of Barney and/or snowflake). He was a barn cat she adopted, he is white with stripes on his tail and the palest blue/grey eyes you have ever seen. He is three months old and pounces like it’s his job. Long story short, he is adorable, and that is a good thing, because there is no knitting around this kitten.
I visited my sister in the City this weekend. The Canadian National Exhibition (CNE or the Ex) started this weekend, a Toronto tradition for over a century, and Kate and I had plans to attend on Saturday, coincidentally the same day Alan Doyle was playing at the bandshell. Okay, not such a coincidence. We went for Alan Doyle.
I stayed at her house for two nights, and I brought my latest pair of socks along, hoping to knit at least a few rounds. Gideon/Barney/Snowflake had other plans. The cast on tail was something to be attacked, according to Gideon. As I said, it’s a good thing he’s cute because no knitting was completed this weekend.
It was a good weekend.