I love my kitty, Gidget, so much. I adore her so much that I don’t even mind the new habit she’s developed: jumping on my stomach at 3 a.m. every night to wake me up for cuddle-time. She’s so cute that I can’t resist. Besides, I rarely get to hold or cuddle her any other time because our dog, Gracie, won’t stand for it and chases her away from me (jealous, much?).

However, during last night’s 3 a.m. visit, Gidget managed to try and poke my eye out. She laid down on my chest so I could scratch her ears, as normal. She was happily purring away and I was drowsily petting her. Then she decided to stretch and roll over onto her side. Well, you know how cats stretch, with their paws strait out, claws bared? She did it so fast I didn’t have time to really react. She managed to poke me in the right eye with one of her claws. I have a scratch on my eyelid, running from where my eyelashes are rooted upwards toward my brow. It’s red and sore and itchy. I have a headache right behind my eye which is the most miserable part really. At least my right eye is my “bad” eye anyway (I had a lazy-eye as a kid… shut up).

Damn cat. But I love her. Really.

In other news… my parents are coming to visit! I’m so excited! And not only that — they’ve decided to come a day early! They’re leaving tonight and should be here sometime very early in the morning. I was able to take tomorrow off work so I get to spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday with them.

My mom is bringing her knitting needles with her (’cause that’s the sort of family we are). She dug out some size 1 DPNs. She wants me to teach her to knit socks! I’m psyched. There’s few things I love more than trying to push my knitting-addiction onto others.

I think my mom would probably characterize herself primarily as a quilter these days, but throughout my lifetime she’s done countless crafty things (and excelled at them all… don’t ya hate people like that!?). When I was very little, we had a kiln in our basement and she worked with ceramics. She also sewed a lot: clothes, Halloween costumes, and housewares/decorations. She knits and crochets. She paints. She’s dabbled in scrapbooking. Before I was born, I know she did macramé and leather-work. I’m sure I’m probably forgetting things. Basically the woman is a craft-prodigy.

Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll really be doing much teaching. She told me that she’s never knitted in the round before but I’m sure even if she didn’t have me to help, she’d be able to read a sock pattern and figure it out without trouble. Nevertheless, I’m really looking forward to being able to sit and knit with my mom and help her out when (or if) she gets stuck.

I’m planning to take her up to my local yarn shop too. I’m sure she’ll love it. (Because really, how could you not love a store packed with fibery-goodness and fun, friendly people!?) My goal is to get her as hooked on knitting as I am, so that when I call her and blather on about different fibers or new patterns, she’ll share my excitement. Though, I think she “gets it” even now, because she’s the same exact way telling me about her quilting things (like her beloved new Tin Lizzie long-arm quilting machine).

Yup, we’re totally cut from the same cloth.