By Your Leave...

 I know that this is supposed to be a knitting blog and all that.  I really do try to keep to the genre.  I even have a little rule for myself which states that I have to at least mention knitting, spinning, or fiber in each post.  If nothing else, then I need to confess that I am doing nothing fibery at the moment.  That means that I have mentioned knitty stuff and it counts.  

See?  I'm committed to the theme.  

But, I'll make you a deal.  Can you just give me 'til Sunday to be all Kitty Headed instead of Knitty Headed?  I have this new kitty and he is really cute.  He is also rather young and something of a night owl.  Much like any new baby, he has impacted the sleeping patterns around here.  He is taking over to some degree.  I admit that I am a little obsessed at the moment...

Just give me 'til Sunday.  One more day of all Prometheus All The Time.  That's it.  I swear it.  Then I'll go back to dazzling the blogosphere with fine knitwear and masterful spinning.  You can count on it.  

Probably...

Not sure?  Well, why don't you take a look at this handsome face?

Can I get an "Awwwwwww?"

And how about this one?

He's smiiiiiling at youuuuuuuuu!!!

Hmm...tough crowd.  How about I go for a little comic relief?

Frolicking kitty with bald back...

I see we still have some holdouts.  Let's try a more pensive pose.

Prometheus Amongst The Leaves

All right.  It's time for the Big Guns.  If this doesn't get you, then you are made of stone.  Pure, cold stone.  There is nothing more I can do for you.  Those of you with warmer hearts and a compromised Resistance To Cuteness, may need to sit down or have your inhalers somewhere close to hand.  This is gonna getcha.  It's gonna getcha hard.  Ready?  OK.  Here we go...

And I even got the yarny stuff in there...

Everyone OK?  I know that the stony people are...but what about the rest of you?  Do you need a minute to get a glass of water or go adopt a homeless cat?  Take your time.  We don't want anyone to get overwhelmed or faint.  This is a "safety first" kind of blog.  

One more day of kitty blogging.  I'll tell you all the cool things I've learned about my handsome boy, like how he doesn't care for Greenies and that his favorite things are feathery toys on strings.  Particularly those that jingle.  You can all be amazed by my creative response to his having learned to open all the cupboards.  I'll regale you with the tale of his experience with the battery operated kitty toy that was supposed to keep his kitteny self occupied but is now in several pieces.

And there will probably be another eight million pictures.  But it is only for one more day.  I know it's a lot.  If you need to, please feel free to go back to that last shot of his incredibly sweet face.  Take in all the smooshy cuteness.  Let the waves of snuggly goodness wash over you.  Give in to the urge to coo.  

That will help you get past my need to devote just one more day to my new baby.  Besides...deep down, you know you sort of love it, right?  Who wouldn't?????

I can barely look at you people right now...

SA