Thanks so much everybody, for your kind thoughts about Buster. No, he hasn’t come home yet. I’ve called two animal shelters and talked to all my neighbors and put signs in mailboxes and on bulletin boards (I know it’s illegal to put anything other than mail in mailboxes, but at this point I really don’t give a shit). I put an ad in the paper, too. Nels has given up–he says that Buster is not coming back. I don’t believe that. I haven’t given up.

To be honest, I took Buster in kind of grudgingly. That night when he pressed his nose against my front window, I looked out and sighed. I did not want another cat at that point; I already had three. But he needed shelter, so I gave it. Then somewhere along the way, he sank his sharp little claws into my heart and held tight. Now, as he seems to be getting farther away from me, I feel a tearing. I won’t let him get pulled out of my life that easily, though. If he is out there to be found, dammit I will find him. I don’t care how unlikely it seems.

Okay. Well. Enough of that, I suppose. Here’s my knitting.

cherry 2

I’ve been working on the cherry cardigan, by Anna Bell. Well, not so much working on. To tell the truth, I haven’t been doing so much knitting in the past week. I’ve been doing a lot of worrying and searching, then reading. I’ve finished three books since Wednesday. I can’t think and read at the same time, but I can think and knit at the same time. I don’t want to think, because all I think about is where’s Buster where’s Buster. So I’ve been reading. All this knitting happened yesterday, actually. Well, not the ribbing, but the rest of it. I was listening to a book at the same time, so I couldn’t think. That’s good.

But it’s another red thing! I think I got the color spot-on in the above picture. On my monitor it’s spot-on, anyway. I’m using KnitPicks CotLin in Moroccan Red. I like this yarn so far. It’s soft! Not too stiff, either. It doesn’t hurt my hands to knit it, which is a new thing for me with cotton.

cherry close up

Isn’t it weird, the color difference? Same light, same camera.

The cable pattern on it is called “little birds.” It’s cute. I’m cabling without a needle for the first time on this one. I don’t find it particularly liberating, although it is faster. It’s also slightly nerve-wracking. I’ve dropped only two stitches so far, but I always feel like I’m about to. I am almost to the armhole shaping, though, so maybe it’s not so bad. Here’s a tutorial, if you’re interested. I think that’s the one I used.

Anyway, there it is. See you later.

P.S. The nephew I gave Steggy to? He won’t go to bed without him.

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