Four Feet and a Tail

This is Rex. Our first-born. My husband and I got Rex about two weeks after we were married, so he's 17 1/2 years old now, and still going strong. We named him Rex because my husband wanted a dog, so I figured a cat with a dog's name was the next best thing. But the name suits him. "Rex" means king, and he was truly the king of the house (and the neighbourhood) in his younger days. It was also a fitting name because, as I wrote home to my mother, "He Rex the furniture, he Rex the curtains, he Rex a good night's sleep."

And this is Abby. She's 9. Abby's a real sweetie, but a bit timid. She doesn't like loud noises and will hide behind furniture during storms. She does, however, love body heat, so she's always snuggling up to someone.

Meet Derby. He's the handsome fellow in the picture at the top of the page. Derby is 3 1/2 and as devilish as he looks. He's an attention-seeker, a food stealer, and Daddy's boy. He thinks he's the Alpha Dog. (He's wrong; I'm the Alpha Dog.)

And this is an Itty Bitty Kitty I made the other night. I was bound and determined to do something creative and finish it that evening. It probably took me longer to find the pattern in my messy sewing room than it took to make him. I think he's pretty cute, so he's going to be tucked into the parcel I'm sending to my mother (with the Union Jack pillow). I think she'll give him a good home!

And for the rest of the weekend, I plan to sew a baby quilt for sweet Jane Marie. I was inspired by this at Sister's Choice Quilts. I don't have time to order the pattern and it looks easy enough for me to figure out so... I'll let you know how it goes.

The weekend looks very promising - no marking! Hope you enjoy yours.