This is a live report from a very special place.
Today, I’m blogging from Crazy Camp.
My stay at Crazy Camp began last Saturday, and it will last until the upcoming Saturday, which is only three days away (yay!). Crazy Camp is set up atmy parents’, and there is only one activity scheduled regularly:
Look after the cats.
The brown tiger on the left is the tom, the white-brown one on the right is the cat. Both have lived in our household for about 12 years (they’re approximately 14 years old, but we can’t say for certain). While the cat came from the animal shelter, the tom was adopted from a cat rescue station.
Now, I love the cats. Both of them. The tom and I get along a bit better than the cat and me, but I really love cats and looking after them wouldn’t be so bad. Except that, especially when my parents are away, hell breaks loose regularly.
The cat got it into her head that she is scared to death by the tom, and will start hissing and spitting and running for cover under my parents’ bed as soon as they are in the same room. This got right to the tom’s head, who starts bullying her every now and then by attacking her, jumping at her, not letting her eat or let her use the litter box.
Thus, this week’s challenge is not only to ensure that they won’t rip each other’s head off, but also to somehow (HOW?!?) maintain a little bit of peace … So far, they have behaved pretty well though. The cat will get out from under the bed at times and uses the litter box on her own (she won’t dig though, because the scratching will attract the tom’s attention, but that’s no problem really). She will eat if being carried to the bowl and today, she even joined the tom at breakfast for a bit (there wasn’t even a fight).
The tom on the other hand provides a different kind of entertainment. Apart from normal Crazy Cat behaviour (running around as if haunted by the Wild Hunt, wanting to be let out and in frequently, leading you to the bowl five times a day to let you explain that yes there is still some food left and that the empty bowls will be refilled later), he so far has successfully prevented me from getting more than 3-4 hours than sleep in one setting. He achieves that by making loud noises, such as purring/meowing (2x), jumping on the bedroom cupboard (1x) and, most of all, throwing up noisily somewhere in the early morning hours (2x on the thick brown carpet, 1x on a towel, 1x in the bathroom (you’ve gotta be thankful for the little things). And yes you’d better be getting up if you hear that special noise, because you don’t know what he is vomiting onto and it might be easier to clean now than later).
To keep myself sane, I spend a couple of hours at home (Philipp’s and my home) and work on my dissertation. I also brought a ton of knitting to my parents’ place. I brought:
- my Amiga cardigan (HAHAHAHA)
- the swatch for the “Margot” Sweater
- yarn for another dishcloth (I started it already)
- the yarn from the desastrous “Shiresocks”
So far, the new socks got worked on steadily (while reading lots and lots of the Yarn Harlot’s blog entries and watching Gronkh’s Let’s Play of “Fran Bow”) and I have really come to love the result.
I cast on 64 stitches with 2,5mm needles and started a k1tbl,p1 rib, decreasing evenly after 4 rows until I got 56 stitches on the needle. Now I am purling all the blue stitches and knit the rest – which means that I am indeed knittig Kebnekaise socks (link to pattern page). I really, really love them, and after returning to what I have come to call the CCC (Crazy Cat Camp) after a few hours at home, I find that I am more patient with them both.
But man, I’ll be glad when I’m home again …