How To Hate An American Quilt

So I know I just did a post about my highly scientific method for making a quilt, but I needed to share the following pictures. I don't know if it was the fact that I was giving a lot of attention to the quilt or what, but my cat, Kipling, basically hates the quilt now. Literally, the second I put it down he tried to body block me from picking it back up. This resulted in some interesting pictures. Again, this post is mostly for Dodo and Kleine...


Kipling had only been living with us one week at this point.

I should have seen the signs. 

Subtly telling me to go screw myself.

 



Skidding to a halt on top of the quilt.

 



Sparks trying to help me get a Kipling free picture.

Pretty much he owns this quilt through squatters' rights or something.



You will have nightmares.

And I don't think it's just Kipling who has a problem with the quilt. Our family's dog, Heidi, didn't seem to happy about me working on it either...

Heidi hating on the quilt.



The quilt seemed to depress her more than Kipling, though.

Okay, I am now officially done talking about myself for a while. Also I apologize if any part of these two last posts sounded anything like this, because I do not want to go to there.

xoxo
zuzu

In relation to Zuzu's post about animals and their being wild and likely killing you...my boyfriend has been away for several months, with a few visits here and there. My first time really living alone for extended periods of time.

A few weeks ago I was eating something and it went down the wrong pipe, crazed coughing ensued and it sounded like a lung would come up. I drank a ton of water and then I was fine. Then I thought, what if I had croaked! My cat totally would have been like "Oh no! Foodbowl filler died!" and then in about a day or two would have eaten my face or something that they show on 60 Minutes. People try to act like this isn't a likely truth about their pet, but I kind of know it's true about mine. I think this picture says it all.