The one thing that stayed the same, I'm still working at that call center. I thought the call center job had sucked all my creativity, but I think it was when Butterscotch passed. Now, I'm feeling like that woman on Julie and Julia. My job is sucking the life out of me and I need to get back to a creative outlet. This blog pulled me out of my funk before.
My granddaughter Faith lived me for a few years and now she's back in New York with her mom. She is how I ended up in this two bedroom half a duplex. Duane lives in the two bedroom single unit next door with his four cats.
So now, its me with 9 cats and my dog Charlie. He thinks he's a cat.
Then there's Lars. I knit him hats and socks. Ankle sock with double knit heels as he blows through heels and I have pile that need repairs. He's also the crazy catman.
I considered starting a new blog, but Covered In Cat Hair was taken. Not wanting to step on someone else's turf and a quick Google search, I decided, I'm still Knitting Kitties. The characters aka cats might have changed but I'm still me. So hang on from the whiplash, I hope you enjoy the whacky adventures of my new life.
Next post I'll introduce you to the 9.