I'm weaving crosses these days, this red one is silk in linen. The cross is an appealing shape, and a block design. I especially like the contrast of the diamond gooseye in a square block.
My good cat, the handsome Mukki, disappeared into a thunderstorm, in the middle of the night from our back porch after an enormous cat fight. A bad tom with white boots "Bootsie" had been laying for Mukki every night. Mukki was a fixed boy-cat and didn't care to fight. He kept an anxious eye on the screen door after dark. We kept him inside every night, until the thunderstorm night when he wanted me to let him out at 4 am. After he disappeared, I went around the neighborhood one Sunday, with pictures. I caught up on the neighborhood news, but no one had seen him. I put a poster up by the pop machine at the old store in Avalanche. I checked again along the roadsides and ditches, but there was no sign of him, anywhere. That was mid-July. I asked my daughter if she thought it was too soon to get a new kitten. She thought it was. But, I decided to get one, anyway. If Mukki comes home again, he'll still be welcome, of course. Mama Kitty still lives here. She's 12 years old, and no fan of kittens.