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DIY knitted cat bed.

We have a super snuggly kitty in our house, but it has been tough times. He has to hunt around the house looking for forlorn piles of clothing, unmade beds, or blankets that have been neglected. Comfort has been scarce and he often has to take comfort in the laps that are at times aloof for snuggling in the evening. While the dog has been a possibility, the cat has kept his pride and stayed away from the tempting, though malodorous, body heat from the dog.

Noticing this desperation, as it was keeping me from knitting, given he would come and lay on my lap/project every evening, I figured it was high time he had a bed of his own.

I had already sewn a bed for the dog, but the kitty prefers finer knitted comforts. Having a lot of Lion Brand Hometown USA® yarn I figured I could work something up for him.

The project took a little under 3 skeins of Hometown USA®. It is a super bulky yarn. I used the color Jersey Gardens.

The needles I used were US 13, 9mm straights.

This modified pattern is loosely adapted from the soft baskets pattern in More Last Minute Knitted Gifts by Joelle Hoverson.

CO 31 sts. Stocking stitch until you reach 5 inches, ending on the right side.
K one row.
CO 10 sts, knit to the end of the row, CO 10 sts.
Stocking Stitch until you reach 13 inches, ending on right side.
Bind off 10 sts, knit to last 10 sts, bind off last 10 sts.
Stocking Stitch for 5 inches.
Bind off.
Sew up side seams.

Before sewing the side seams you bed should look like this.

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After sewing up the side seams you will have this.



This does create a simple and floppy bed. Perfect for snuggly kitties, who are not big on firm structure.


The last step is to insert the cat into the bed and cover with a homemade blanket, made out of ultra cuddle fabric.

He uses it every day! Except today, he found a neglected blanket on another bed. The main point though, is he now has snuggling options. So I can knit in peace.

Happy Knitting!


Goose Vs. Snakes and other creatures.

I posted a while ago about our sweet kitty Goose, who passed last October due to over consumption. Of thread. For those of you who craft and have kitties, please be aware of the problem exposed thread holds and be sure to have preventative measures. My sewing machine was put away, but the thread portion is always exposed, making it especially hazardous, given the thread sits on a stick where it can just spin. That’s what happened. Poor poor kitty.

He had a great life, a great life full of sleep, love, play and mischief, lots of mischief.

After we moved the snakes were more accessible to the kitty cat’s wandering paws. He quickly figured out how to open the snake racks, push from behind and run to the front to wait. Thankfully no snake or kitty was hurt and we learned to close the room door. Unfortunately, Goose learned how to open the door. It wasn’t that hard, you just had to push very hard on it. He was a big kitty. Just look and see.

Big enough to open doors, small enough to fit in a shoe box. He had many talents. A very talented life. Oh Goose, ‘This world was never meant for one as, curious, as you”.

Hus curiosity was bigger than him. He just wanted to know so much about those snakes, mainly what they tasted like.

Not just snakes, though.

He had a fondness for fish too and ripped many holes in many pet store fish bags.

Like all kitty owners we encouraged him to explore his curiosity.

Like most kitties, Goose was so excited about the fish, he told a friend.

But once his friend had lost interest….

The fish didn’t seem as exciting anymore. So Goose moved on to bigger interests.

Mainly coyotes.

Oh Goose. What a curious cat!!!

We miss you all the time. Especially Snug.

How to can a cat.

Next week I will be doing a few posts about canning. Canning season could practically be over, but it is still harvest season, so in honor of the harvest feast going on next week, i.e. Thanksgiving. I will be sharing the canning adventures from September.

In the meantime though.

How to can a cat.

First, grab the biggest pot you can find, one in which the cat will lay comfortably.

Next, find a project that you can do, one that requires the up-most in sanitation practices, for example canning. Everything has to be boiled, cleaned, disinfected, perfectly spotless and not even close to any germs, let alone cat hair.

Finally, leave that bowl out, for just a minute, with all that pressure of sanitation hovering over it, so it will be tempting enough for the cat to want to break the rules. Then wait just a minute and you will have caught your cat and are ready to process.

Let him steep in the pot for a while like this and when he finally tires of his defiance and leaves the pot, give him lots and lots of snuggles and kisses, double snuggles and cheek rubs. You’ll have him canned for sure, but only in your memory*.

Then grab that pot and scrub the cat hair, bacteria life out of it, so it is once again fully sanitary and ready for canning.

*We miss our baby Goose. Snug forgot a couple of times this week that he was dead, unfortunately the coyotes remembered and found him and took care of the remains. Fantastic. Poor baby Goose.

Goose vs. Geckos

We had a cat named Goose. He was the best cat in the world. He made me like cats, maybe even love cats. He was so loving and happy. Purred all the time and loved to play. We had him for a little over 2 years and then he got sick from overconsumption. Poor, poor baby Goose. We miss him a lot, he just passed in mid October, which is why there was such a delay of blog posts.

I have been meaning to post about Goose and his Gecko chasing ambitions for the entire summer. Just never was able to get around to it. I figured I would make the time tonight and share the pictures I have from Goose and his Gecko hunting.

But first, a little back story. Goose hasn’t always chased geckos, for a while he was an avid tortoise watcher. That was all he could watch actually, flap jack (our pancake tortoise) was the only thing accessible to him. Until we moved and the whole world of herpetology opened up to him. He never knew such creatures existed just for his pleasure. He couldn’t wait to get his little paws on some of them. The snakes he admired, the tortoise he forgot about, but the geckos, they were fast and jumped and changed colors and were incredibly elusive. They were the ultimate hunt.

This went on everyday. Goose watching the gecko, the gecko slowly noticing he was being watched by a giant predator and then panicking, jumped and ran all over his little enclosure, while Goose would try his hardest to get at the gecko from all sides. Knocking everything off the desk, we learned quickly to put all liquids and papers else where. Poor Goose never did get that gecko.

He never really understood the glass that so effectively kept him away from what he so desired to kill. You don’t believe me on the kill? How could such a sweet purr machine want to kill??

I think this picture sums up the answer to that question.

Though he would occasionally grow weary of watching, he got reignited in the hunt once he found out there were geckos in the other tank too.

The other geckos are a lot smaller than the initial one we have had. More about the kinds of geckos they are in a later post. This post is just for Goose and his near shot at the glory that is Gecko hunting.

We love you Gooster and will miss you all the time. Sweet sweet kitty.