"Now, over here we have our reception desk where we greet all the visitors. And, if you look just to your right, you'll see our display of grooming aids. What's that? Back there? Oh, that's where we let patients rest before and after procedures. And look! There's a nice shelf!"
This is what I was listening to while I sat all alone in the examination room at the vet's office this morning. And Prometheus? Well, he was out and about getting a tour of the facility. He was accompanied by no less than three staff people, including the doctor.
Our vet is one of those people who probably has one or two moments of "social awkwardness" while she is out in the world of human beings. In the Kitty Kingdom, however, I believe she might be considered something of a saint. She is sort of like The Cat Whisperer. Since my handsome boy wasn't feeling all that receptive to the idea of claw clipping, she thought that the Walk 'n Clip method might be a little more effective. So she took him on a guided tour. Isn't that nice?
I suppose I could have used that time to work on my sock. I had it right in my purse. But I was sort of preoccupied with the whole business of trying to stop laughing before she came back and never got to it. For the record, the claws were clipped quite handily and with much less of the back-pedaling seen during the first attempt. But I do believe that it is worth mentioning that I have never had a tour of the office...
Otherwise, my boy was a champ. He charmed everyone, investigated everything and passed his first check-up with flying colors. He was appropriately fawned over and pronounced to be every inch the handsome boy I already know he is.
She told me we were going to the circus. I was lied to.
We were all tuckered out after our big morning, though. Naps were taken and snacks consumed. However, I sort of felt badly about not giving the sock any attention while I was stifling mad chortles at my vet's expense. I cut short the afternoon snooze in order that I might tend to that matter.
Yup. There she be...
I know it doesn't really look all that different from the last viewing. But this piece of footwear represents a great departure from my usual knitting of the socks. 2/3rds of those stitches currently reside on a piece of waste yarn in order that they may one day grow up to be an Afterthought Heel. What's this? No flappage? Heresy!!!! What can I say? I seem to be finding my inner Zimmerman. I thought I'd give it a shot. If it doesn't work out, then I can always rip 'er back and return to my traditional flappy ways.
And, if it does work out, then I will have a new sock strategy. I can just knit merrily away no matter where I be and not have to worry about picking up heel stitches in public. That never seems to go well for me. It is not one of the more attractive sides of knitting I've found. Heck, I can even knit in the round when Prometheus and I go back for his next check up and I'm all by myself in there while he is having tea with the staff! That'll be nice for me.
What? You mean I have to back?????