Marathons, Sewing, and Eric and Ernie

It's been a busy week this week.

My Significant Other ran the London Marathon.  I know.  How fab is that?  26 long miles.

He was completely brilliant and I am so proud of him.

You can learn more about his fundraising, (And see a cheeky pic of the two of us!) by clicking here.  

And I've been sewing.  Something really lovely.  And I've surprised myself.  Because I've been working from a pattern, and I didn't know I could do that!  I was hoping to be able to post pictures of what I've been working on here today.  But it's taking longer than I thought to finish, so please bear with me!

So, I thought now would be a good time to introduce you to my cats.

Eric and Ernie.

  Chillaxing on their cushion.

Eric is the black, slinky moggy.  Ernie is the big, floppy tabby.

A few years ago my Significant Other and I went to the cat rescue.  I had planned to only get one cat.  When we got there we saw Ernie and decided we couldn't leave without him.  Then the man who worked at the rescue centre pointed into the back of a basket and asked us if we'd take the tiny, black dot curled up in there, home with us as well.  "No-one will want him because he's too shy, and he's not too well."  He had a runny nose and runny eyes.  And was curled up with his back to the world.  We hadn't even seen him until he was pointed out to us.  I couldn't leave him behind.  He was Ernie's brother, and the thought of no-one wanting him brought out the best in me.  I wanted him. 

Eric and Ernie had found a new home.

"I might be small but don't mess with me."

This is Eric at a friends house.  We liked to go visiting...

When Eric and Ernie were kittens, we liked to go visiting.  I would ply them with food carefully place them in their little wicker basket and we'd go, with food and litter tray in tow, to visit friends.

This is me and my chins, with Ernie.  Out visiting. 

When they got big enough to realise that their wicker basket wasn't all that, I couldn't go visiting with them any more.  It didn't matter how many pieces of ham I piled in the basket, they weren't getting in.

He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

And then they grew up.

From being a little kitten with runny eyes, Eric grew up to be 15lbs (he was weighed at the vets last week!) of sleek, panther cat.  Eric loves to curl up on your lap.  He talks to you with funny little miaows.  And is unbelievably loving.

Ernie likes to follow you from room to room.  If there's a box to climb in or a blanket to hide under, he's your man.  He doesn't like to sit on your lap, but loves to curl up on the back of the sofa with a paw resting on your head.  He also has the fluffiest tummy ever.

Do you have cats?