Flannel and Fur

Hi all human readers, Mummy is letting me blog as she is having a beyond pants week, she says. She's feeling poorly and has far too much rubbish stuff to do but she won't bore you with the details. She's worked very hard sorting and tidying the utility room which had become a bit of a "dumping ground" apparently. She enjoyed the bit where she put her pretty things on the shelf and even some pictures she bought at last year's car boot sales on the wall. It's a work in progress, still lots to do in there, she say wearily.

Never mind, because we are doing all the resting for her. This morning, she woke up early and decided to get on with hand quilting the flannel for a bit as she hasn't made any progress on it for a week. We got pretty excited as she headed back to bed with the flannel. We decided to help her and keep her company.

Charlie Boy is obsessed with the flannel so he dived straight on and started some serious purring.

Even Vorey Puss joined us, he won't usually come near me as I'm a bully-cat mummy says, and he sat right on mummy's lap which she said was not helpful and in the end she did make him move.

Better to find yourself a quiet corner of the flannel straight off, I've found. I asserted my rights up front by staging a flannel sit-in. It certainly is very cosy.

Mummy is pleased though, as she did manage to finish all the hand quilting this morning. Yippee she says. She then made two runs to the charity shop (for once she was actually taking things to the charity shop) and came back thinking she'd get something called "the binding" on the quilt. I'm afraid she came into the bedroom to find we were still doing what we do best and were having a good old cat nap.

I don't know what binding is but I know it can wait.

Have a purrfect weekend. xxx

P.S. Don't forget the sale in Mum's Etsy shop. Thanks to all you lovely customers, she says.