Pardon the delay in announcing the winner of the knitting book giveaway, but I've been somewhat distracted by a wee brown satin-soft bundle of [evil] deliciousness.
This is Yuki, a two and a half year old chocolate Burmese, on trial here for a week. He came to us via the Burmese Cat Rescue Service and is rather bitey and "headshy" as they say. He had been dumped and probably not well treated prior to that either; certainly he hadn't learnt all the social skills a modern young housecat needs these days (ie. do not bite the hand that feeds you). However he's come on in leaps and bounds so far and it's only Day Three. He is biting less often and with less intensity (or maybe we're just getting used to having shredded wrists), seeks us out for cuddles and lap time, rubs around our legs continually and last night, to the mister's mild terror, decided our bed was the best place to sleep. (Mr Soup sleeps au naturel except in the depths of winter and did I mention the cat is a little bitey?)
He's very beautiful.
The dog is being brilliantly nonchalant about the whole thing, even when the cat perpetrates fly-by attacks on his ankles before skittering away, back legs hopping maniacally sideways in his glee. (Also did I mention the cat is a tiny little Burmese package, and the dog is an enormous greyhound?)
Anyway, I have turned into one of those women who talks incessantly about her cat so you may wish to head elsewhere until the novelty wears off. I believe some people blog about knitting somewhere out there? Quilting? Or culinary experiences? Me? I have a Burmese to bore you with now.
(Oh yes, we have a winner! The
Did I mention my cat is rather beautiful?