How to Subdue and Control Cats

four black cats on granny square afghan

A wool afghan on a chilly day works wonders for the Fantastic Four.

Toss a warm wool afghan on a nice soft bed on a chilly afternoon. Feline warmth and comfort radar will perceive it and soon all will be quiet and still.

This began when I made the bed and began to fold the afghan, the phone rang, I tossed the afghan on the bed and never came back to it. This sunny morning was beautiful and inspiring to lots of leaping and running and play by all the Fantastic Four and their mom, and a number of things landed on the floor that really weren’t to be there.

First Giuseppe was on the afghan when I went upstairs at one point, but the Fantastic Four also have radar for each other having found a comfortable spot. The next time I was upstairs I saw Mr. Sunshine had joined him, then Mewsette. Jelly Bean was hanging out with me being devilishly cute and puurrrry but soon he was drawn into the soporific settle.

When I entered the room to take photos, none of them even moved an ear to acknowledge me.

This old wool granny-square afghan, made by my mother, is a favorite and appears in other photos of cats spending time on the afghan on the bed on a winter afternoon. It’s always a sweet thing for me to see.

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Muted Colors: From A Year Ago

tortoiseshell cat on afghan

Muted Colors

Cookie is holding her own, getting a slow start today and somewhat declined from yesterday; still, we’re not on our way out. Thanks to everyone for the love and good wishes. They sustain us both.

One of my favorite photos, ever. Was, and still is, scheduled to become a watercolor; held off for Cookie’s condition.

Well, not from a year ago today exactly, but December 3, 2010…when I felt I’d lose my mother, who made the afghan, soon enough, and Cookie, as always, provided support for me. Life is an amazing tangled web.

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Cookie naps in the afternoon on the old wool afghan on my bed, my old cat on the old afghan in the stark winter light.

The cool light from the window washes the color from the scene, but Cookie, at 18, enjoys her long afternoon snooze on the warm afghan, though even her bright orange is subdued in the winter light.

The afghan is older too, made by my mother many years ago from scraps of wool yarn in the familiar church window granny square pattern: four rows of color surrounded by black, which makes the colors seem even more brilliant.

But while I had my mother’s things in storage after I sold her house the storage unit flooded, and the afghan was unfortunately in a bag near the floor and was just wet enough for just long enough for the colors to soften, fade, and blend together. The happy bright colors I remembered as a child were muted by the black yarn fading into the colored yarns.

But the afghan itself was still warm and soft and I like its new look, so I rinsed it and dried it in the sun and continue to use it. Cats love crocheted things, and wool crocheted things are immediate cat beds. Cookie was the first back on the bed today, but the others joined her eventually. There isn’t much I love more than simply seeing my cats curled up in happy little balls in a warm, comfortable place.

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That Wool Afghan…

three cats on afghan

All four cuddled on the wool afghan.

I admit it has been a little cold at night, and it was time to put the wool afghan at the foot of the bed, just in case we had a really cold night. But it’s as if they were waiting for me to get the afghan out of the closet so they could cuddle on it, and I’ve barely seen them in three days.

Jelly Bean, in front, isn’t sure it’s worth waking all the way up, but Mr. Sunshine on the left and Mewsette on the right are fully awake and no way are they moving. The black lump behind them is Giuseppe, who they’d actually been using as a pillow. It’s the only time he sleeps on to of the quilt, though he’ll no doubt be back under in a few days when the afghan gets old.

I had to touch up their eyes as best I could because I had to use the flash and they looked possessed otherwise.

Once the leaves fall from the tree out front I’ll have more light, but four black cats on a primarily black afghan will always be a challenge.

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Snuggled All Safe in Their Bed

four black cats on afghan

Snuggled All Safe in Their Bed

Merry Christmas from the Big Four lined up and snuggling on the wool afghan at the foot of the bed, dreaming of catnip toys and birdwatching and what to do with that big white raw thing in the refrigerator.

It’s Mr. Sunshine curled on the left, Jelly Bean and Mewsette curled together and Giuseppe curled on the right. Not only are they heart-warmingly adorable, they are showing their usual skills for composition, nearly symmetrical but not quite so, just perfect if you ask me.

Not even the best flash is any match for all that black fur and the mostly black afghan underneath, all in evening room light, but I hope the details are large enough to see.


Muted Colors

tortoiseshell cat on afghan

Muted Colors

Cookie naps in the afternoon on the old wool afghan on my bed, my old cat on the old afghan in the stark winter light.

The cool light from the window washes the color from the scene, but Cookie, at 18, enjoys her long afternoon snooze on the warm afghan, though even her bright orange is subdued in the winter light.

The afghan is older too, made by my mother many years ago from scraps of wool yarn in the familiar church window granny square pattern: four rows of color surrounded by black, which makes the colors seem even more brilliant.

But while I had my mother’s things in storage after I sold her house the storage unit flooded, and the afghan was unfortunately in a bag near the floor and was just wet enough for just long enough for the colors to soften, fade, and blend together. The happy bright colors I remembered as a child were muted by the black yarn fading into the colored yarns.

But the afghan itself was still warm and soft and I like its new look, so I rinsed it and dried it in the sun and continue to use it. Cats love crocheted things, and wool crocheted things are immediate cat beds. Cookie was the first back on the bed today, but the others joined her eventually. There isn’t much I love more than simply seeing my cats curled up in happy little balls in a warm, comfortable place.