Last night I actually got cleaned up into a proper dress and jewelry to attend a funeral visitation. When we got home I changed out of my dress to comfy clothes, but kept my turquoise cross and earring set on. At bedtime I reached up to remove my right earring before changing to jammies….and there was none!
Now, I love that turquoise set. It is a squash blossom cross on a turquoise necklace, and the earrings are simple dangles that match the necklace beads. DH gave it to me to commemorate my installation as Grand Organist of Louisiana Order of the Eastern Star last year.
As you can imagine, a frantic search began. Perhaps the earring pulled out of my ear when I took the dress off over my head. I searched my closet thoroughly – no earring. DH thought the shoulder belt of my seat belt might have pulled it off, and checked the car and garage – no earring. I went to bed sad that I had apparently lost the earring, but with the outside chance that someone would have turned it in at the funeral home. Plans were made to arrive early for the funeral the next morning to be able to ask after the missing earring.
All was routine this morning: coffee and computer, a bite of breakfast, then Minky’s morning medications at 8:30. The cats have their own ritual surrounding the dose. It began when Minky was put on prednisone, as it is very unpleasant on an empty stomach. Minky had to have treats, and if there was to be peace, so did the rest of the cats.
After the last cat had gotten the treats, I looked down and there was Archie, spread out on the floor and looking up at me.
Between his paws he had the turquoise earring! I’ll always know which one he found for me, as it now has tooth pock-marks. I’ll treasure those, too, because they will always remind me of the time Archie brought me a present – my earring.
I had less than a yard left of the last skein when I finished the scarf. Oh, there was more in the closet, but it certainly seemed a shame to have to add on more yarn in the closing rounds. Didn’t have to go there – heh!
Here then, is photo evidence of “two white-footed gentlemen” enjoying a good read.
By the time I could grab the camera, he was out again, alarmed for Casper. “Hang on, Casper, I’ll get that zipper open!”
and the search was on for the perfect pattern to match the yarn.
The pattern called for 10 repeats and 412 yards of yarn. This yarn, 
This pattern is intended for a tweed yarn, and the City Tweed doesn’t disappoint. Its alpaca content makes you want to keep on knitting, keep on petting the yarn. Again, I’ve bought more yarn than the pattern called for because I want a shawl to snuggle in. (What is it with these dinky shawls that look like big neckerchiefs? Instant gratification, I suppose.)
but believe me, we spend a lot of time yelling “Not now, Cato!” Just try walking across a quiet room, and suddenly there Archie is, wrapped around one of your knees, claws out, gnawing off your kneecap in mock attack.
I think they were absolutely lovely! Thank you, dear. I feel very celebrated!
