Lady Bug sewed her pj bottoms yesterday. Her seams look like the way a drunken sailor would walk. But she did them. If I hadn't moved my big safety pin, they would have been finished. Without the pin, I couldn't run the elastic. In an executive decision, I sewed the 3/8 inch seam for the hem. She tried, but because she doesn't run the seam from one end to another, it was difficult.
She hates to be wrong. Every time I told her the seam was wrong, she would get upset. Everything comes so easily for her when it is difficult, she doesn't like it. That was the way learning to play the piano went. She has a good ear for it, and that's how she wanted to play. She would get me to play the little piece, then she would mimic it - not reading and learning the notes on paper.
Shadow is in the vet hospital this morning. He is being preped for surgery as I write. He will get to stay overnight, on pain meds. He is losing his manhood this morning as well as his front claws. I know it is a terrible surgery, but for our skin, Simones' eyes, and my furniture, it is for the best. He will never run wild outside again. It is for his good too. Besides, a month ago, his future was bleak. He was facing a death of starvation. Even the vet didn't try to talk me out of it!
Peace. (I don't know what's up with Blogger this morning. They are funky about the font - this isn't my doing ig it comes out weird!)