My current work in progress:

1. Segel, designed by Lea Viktoria, knit from Miss Babs Yummy 2-Ply Toes in the "Draco" gradient set on a 3.5 mm (U.S. size 4) needle.
2. Myriad stealth projects.

You Say You Want a Revolution?

lucy070804 You Say You Want a Revolution?

Greetings, all. Lucy here.

I look harmless, don’t I? Don’t let it fool you.

I am here to tell you that We Are Not Amused at seeing pictures of us asleep on our human’s blog. Whatever happened to personal privacy?

While my human is off nursing her aching wrist (whatta wimp!) I am plotting a revolution. I aim to take over the world. Who’s in?

I have a powerful ally in my quest for world domination. The James Bond of the cat world, Lucky!

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Mrowwwrrr! Love the tuxedo, baby!

Igor, I know I can count on you. You may be a Russian Blue-blood, but I know under that regal demeanor beats the heart of a revolutionary.

Dot? How about you? Are you in? I know you won’t let on to your human, as you have shown yourself to be Pure Evil, and worthy of our cause.

Who else? Raise your paw and be counted!

First order of business: find your human’s knitting and cough up a hairball on it. Make me proud!

Comments

  1. What a precious picture. I’m enjoying the Lucy (and not Wendy) show.

  2. Ginger here, Buzz and I are IN! Buzz has been thrown off our human’s computer chair once too often! Twice today he was twice evicted from his cozy spot! TWICE!! Lucy, you start the revolution in the northern hemisphere, Buzz and I will start in the southern. Between us we will rule the universe … bwah ha ha……..

  3. As a dignified elderly gentleman I am not up to a lot of physical activity. However, I prepared to act as chief advisor on sneaky ways to attain the most comfortable sleeping position in the human environment. I have had 14 years experience in this fine art, and can claim (modestly, of course) many great victories. I am presently advising Buzz, who lives quite close to me, and he can vouch for the cunning methods which I espouse.

    I am also very famous for the size and number of my hairballs. Last Friday I managed four in one day. None on the knitting, but one wasn’t spotted until my human stood on it as she got into bed. A fine victory!

  4. i believe my little Rowan must’ve read your post before i did, because she chewed through several spots on a ball of Noro Kochoran tonight. one of the pieces was just big enough to make her a kitty toy. yeah, try telling me THAT was an accident…

  5. purr,

    our human put her knitting in a bag when not knitting, claiming we ruin it otherwise, hmfrrr (insulted sounds), we definately raise our paws to revolution:-)

    more yarn to cats!!!

    Monstret and Mina

  6. Freedom to roll in the fleece!!! And pee on it when we’re tired of sleeping on it! YEAH!!!

  7. Botticelli and Leonardo are in. We are flame point and blue point himalayans respectively, and feel that we will be a nice complement to you, Lucy. Leo is an expert in grabbing the yarn and running, while Celli sits back and watches the human chase him around the house with needles and partly finished garment in hand, trying to keep it intact. We are trying to master the art of the video camera, as we feel this would provide hours of comedy entertainment for our feline comrades. Purrrr-on!

  8. Oh, I am so in. But, um, wait. Will the revolution be catered? Because it’s almost breakfast time. I won’t miss any meals, will I?

  9. Dear Lucy,
    we started the revolution already. Our Mum let her totes full of expensive Rowan yarn around and we pulled some skeins out. Our human was Not Amused.
    We’re with you.

    Camilla & Didone

  10. Catered? I should say so! I vote we meet between first and second breakfast. I need to sleep for quite a while after that most days.

  11. Well,darn, Lucy, now L-B will know what we’ve been up to! That’s okay, humans are so easily fooled! Got your driver’s license ready? I think all of us can fit into Xena! Now, how do we pick up Ginger and Buzz? Purrrrr,Baby!

  12. Perfect timing! I just left my mommy a “gift” in the hallway yesterday afternoon in protest at the state of the litterbox. Gotta keep her in line, you know.

    I haven’t had the heart to get at her knitting yet, but I have left hairballs in clean laundry baskets, heh heh.

  13. I don’t get it. Mom knit me up some toys and she knows I love to play with them. But tell me this–how am I supposed to know that I’m not to play with all her other yarn that DOESN’T have tinkerbells attached to them?!?! It all smells laced with catnip to me! Hrumph! Now you go rest your wrists so when the revolution day comes, you can give me a good head scratching!

  14. Ah ha! Yes, count me in… name’s Trouble but you can call me Princess Headbutt. My human just got a big box of yarn from a website she worships… eBay… and I have finally had the chance to attack the bundle of yarn inside. Muwhahahaha! Long live the revolution!

  15. Alexandra kitty here. Count me in! I am a rebel in own land of Texas. I control not only my kittyhood but all the humans who keep thinking they’re the boss. There are more of us than them – let’s get ‘em. And they have the nerve to call me a pussy cat. Hear me roar!

  16. Padma reporting for the revolution…Fred and I are IN! Then all that yarn is our to play with….ours, I tell you.

    She keeps knitting with this yummy looking wool, but she won’t let us play because she says it’s a cat bed for one of those OTHER cats that live at her parents.

    Hmph. We’ll show them whose yarn it is!

  17. Kali here. I’m but a wee kitten-but supposedly I’ll be a big kitty one day. I got bopped on the head last night for playing with another cat toy. How was I supposed to know that ‘Denise needles’ aren’t for my consumption.

    I’ve got two other big kitties here to help-Skoober and Taz. We will prevail.

    Back to my nappppppp *yawn*

  18. Hoo Boy, am I lucky my cats are too dumb to use the computer. (Yes, that’s what I said. Too dumb. Among the three of them they don’t have a full-size brain.) Now if my dear departed Zut-Alors were still with us, I’d be mighty concerned. She was a revolutionary to fear. Gale, Retto and Taz are too busy sleeping on the bed (in my space, I might add) to push a button and tune in.

  19. I’m a discerning fellow (my humans dare to call me fussy) and I usually don’t run with the pack, but this is a cause I’d consider worthy of joining.

    My mother’s (I’m too dignified to call her “mommie”) new grandson has become the bain of my existence. He gets Cashmerino, while I get Cascade 220, or worse yet, Plymouth Encore. I showed her though – totally ignored the Encore mouse, even though she protested with, “But I stuffed it with your favorite catnip!” A few twitches of the tail put her in her place.

  20. Count me in. I can’t promise a hairball on demand, but I have been trying hard to felt this basket of yarn I like to sleep in, with some good success. By way of introduction, I tell everyone I am Russian Blue even though I am not. I am lovely blue grey with green eyes and my under-fur spins up like cashmere. My name is Lucy(like you!) but people either call me Admiral Lucy or LucyFur. I spent the whole summer on a sailboat and am totally seaworthy. I have a pet conure bird named Captain Flint. I kept an email log of our voyage all summer. I have many faithful readers who can’t wait till I take to the high seas again and resume my log. Keep up the good effort!
    Meow,
    LucyFur

  21. Lucy…. darling….. we the 7 kitties (Patches, Garfield, Smokey, Misty, Remmie, Bootsie and Baby Kitty) which own 4 humans…. we are more than willing to join in on taking on the world. Meow! Cats rule!

    We love to play with our Mommies goodies that she stores away from our reach…. or so she thinks. She has found things missing…. like a wonderful soft ball of fluffy mohair with other vibrant things. We tend to put ourselves half way into one of her knitting totes to retrieve something fuzzy and run with the entire skein. We don’t do anything but use it for a fuzzy little pillow for naptime. Doesn’t our Mommy understand?

    She has been making us our own blankies and has told us that we will each have our own little comfy, warm beds soon. Forget our beds…. we like being in bed with our Mommy and Daddy to snuggle up next to.

    Count us in on your plans. We are right there with you Lucy.

    Patches, Garfield, Smokey, Misty, Remmie, Bootsie and Baby Kitty

  22. Count me in… I, like Riley, am a stately older gentleman – so I can definitely help direct… but if you need help on the ground, I’ll ignore the arthritis and jump right in. I’m pretty sneaky about how I torture my humans… I’ll never reveal my secrets – one of my humans reads this… Shhh! She’s coming, gotta go!

  23. Well, if it wouldn’t get me in too much trouble with my mommy, you can count me in (I’d hate to be banned from my treats…). My name is Tallulah (aka Tallulahfish) and I have a tuxedo like Lucky. I haven’t been able to gain access to the knitting (she hides it so well!), but I’ve been quite successful unthreading the sewing machine and distributing thread throughout the house – it’s amazing how much thread is on one little spool!

  24. Der LUCY

    I’m IN . My kitten Finwe steels all de yarns he can get his paws on … he loves wools. Wunc he climed in de Mudders stash baskit an no one cud find him cuz he burrryed hiself.

    me, I will follows you anywher as long as its not too far from my Mudder.

    doan be mad.your frend, ORION

  25. Finally, Wendy’s blog turned to the dark side. I’m in, but I can’t be happy about it or I might ruin my “evil cat” reputation. So far my reputation has kept not only neighborhood knitters away from my doorstep, but the cat vet is afraid to send me shot updates. He he he. Oops, I’m smiling, can’t let anybody see that. GRRROOWL. Spicey

  26. Lucy, I love it when you’re ferocious.

    Yours in struggle,

    Che Igor

  27. Hey – here we are, reporting for duty! or is it to listen to the Beatles? Either way, we’re ready to join – all 4 of us – allow us to introduce ourselves: Daffy (I’m an orange female), Sam (a male brown striped maine coon cat), Jazz (a female tuxedo) and, last but not least, Max (Jazz’s brother). And, as a surprise attack, our Bunny – Hunny Bunny – will come too! This sounds like great fun! While we get laxatone everyday, we still have those darn hairballs. And we love to scope out yarn. In other words, we’re just what you’re looking for!

    Our owner asks us to say: Love to Lucy and to her Mum we say: Get well SOON!

  28. Galadriel Rose Blossom says:

    I am IN! Isn’t my name enough reason for revolution? Everytime I turn around my 8-year-old (almost 9) purrson gives me another name! I’ll talk to Pippin and Maria, too, since they won’t talk to each other ecept to hiss, but, um, can I wait a few more weeks until my purrson’s mom (AnitaM) knits MY felted kitty bed? Pippin got his, but since I’m the fluffiest, and Maria is old and only 6.5 lbs., she got cuts in line! Okay, she looks really cool in her grey tuxedo, but everyone agrees my LOOOONG fluffy black and brown tail is the best! I could use it for camouflage in the bushes when we are hiding before we pounce and take over the world!

    P.S. Will there be kitty treats? Can I have Maria’s?

  29. Did someone call for yarn terrorists? We have ample, proven experience that we are ready to lend to the cause. And we are not amused by the closed door that separates us from the target of our efforts. Shedding season is upon us. We are ready to heed the call!

    Viva la Revolucion!

    Mercutio, Sydney and the Beezle

  30. Last night my cat and dog plotted to take over all my expensive yarn..

    http://pixiepurls.com/archives/alpaca_silk01-thumb.jpg

  31. Dear Lucy,
    I think your eyes give you and your true intentions away. Try to cultivate the forlorn helpless look I use. Of course, I’m a beagle which makes it easy but, you are the boss. I can’t cough up a hairball but I will do my part by crunching a few needles. Love, Hank.

  32. Lucy,

    My sister Tocohl and I are in, too. We just turned 1 (human) year old, so have lots of energy for any action needed. I have successfully cowed a Corgi, and am willing to try something a little bigger, if you choose to command me to do so. Tocohl needs my encouragement to attack yarn, but goes for moving needles at any chance she can get. I prefer chewing on circular needles, and eating wool. I’ve thought of staging a revolution myself. The person who feeds us once played a song by The Bobs called “Fluffy’s Master Plan For World Domination” but she won’t let us hear it any more. You might want to listen to it for ideas on staging the revolution.
    Buntec.

  33. Have you seen the catblogging story in the NYT? I think YOU started it…

    http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/28/technology/circuits/28cats.html?oref=login
    &oref=login

  34. Tiny, Mini & Bitsy says:

    We are so in! Lucy, we’ve got your back all the way from down here in Austin.

    Why just a week ago Bitsy chewed a couple holes in one of our mom’s socks-in-progress. Mom wasn’t happy, but Bitsy just needed a little extra fiber in her diet. We like to chew on those pointy sticks too. Mom plays with them; we play with them… what’s the problem?

    Gotta go before she notices we’re doing more than “just walking on the keyboard”!

  35. Tiny, Mini & Bitsy says:

    We are so in! Lucy, we’ve got your back all the way from down here in Austin.

    Why just a week ago Bitsy chewed a couple holes in one of our mom’s socks-in-progress. Mom wasn’t happy, but Bitsy just needed a little extra fiber in her diet. We like to chew on those pointy sticks too. Mom plays with them; we play with them… what’s the problem?

    Gotta go before she notices we’re doing more than “just walking on the keyboard”!

  36. Tiny, Mini & Bitsy says:

    We are so in! Lucy, we’ve got your back all the way from down here in Austin.

    Why just a week ago Bitsy chewed a couple holes in one of our mom’s socks-in-progress. Mom wasn’t happy, but Bitsy just needed a little extra fiber in her diet. We like to chew on those pointy sticks too. Mom plays with them; we play with them… what’s the problem?

    Gotta go before she notices we’re doing more than “just walking on the keyboard”!

  37. Dear Lucy,

    I am IN. My owner posted compromising photos of me on her blog, too (http://kathleenlawton.blogspot.com/2004/09/is-cat-fat.html). Don’t think she went unpunished — oh, no. I find that tangling myself in her current knitting produces a satisfying level of contrition.

  38. Melvin, Tommie, Bille, Moo here. Count us in! Mel has a dead mouse and a lizard to offer…and they’re good and stinky

  39. Hi I’m Ivy and the revolution has already started at our house. My favorite game is to see how far I can unroll a ball of yarn before Mom comes home, then boy does she get mad. The little balls on her desk are easiest to roll, and if I pick them up in my mouth and throw them onto the floor, I can usually make it all the way down the hall and into the living room. I found a big ball of yarn that wouldn’t roll ’cause yarn was coming out of the end, and it had needles sticking out of it, and a cat toy already started, so I took it into the bedroom and played with it under the bed while Dad was sleeping. He was didn’t get as mad as Mom though. Lately, Mom has been closing this door thing to her office. My little sister and brother aren’t much help at all. They just sleep in the “kitty bed” and hardly bother the yarn at all when Mom is knitting. Oh well, they’re young.

  40. Hairballs can be washed, but holes are FOREVER!! Start chewing! Viva la Revolution!!!!

    I’m in Lucy, we can take this bunch and their pretty knitting, too. I’m impressed that you managed to overtake your pink monkey so you could seize control of her blog. Nice work. You are to be commended. You are an inspiration to us all.

    Meow for Now,

    Dot

  41. As long as the revolution in no way cuts into my feeding or sleeping time, I’m in. I can’t cough up hairballs on command, but I can dig into one of Her bags for a ball of yarn and carry it around while I watch it unravel.

  42. Lucy,

    I am a 4 month old puppy and I am here to help!

    (We’re glad you are sticking around Wendy!)

  43. Kea and Cody says:

    To quote our favorite comic strip,

    YESH

    Kea and Cody

  44. Hi I’m Nugget…now I’m a 3 month old Golden Retriever, but I still want to join the revolution! I may not be able to produce a hair-ball, but I’ve been putting my mouth on my mama’s yarn and grabbing her glasses of the table! I don’t understand why she doesn’t think slobber with help vision!? I can help you with those ‘poor puppy dog eyes’ that you may not have…so can I? can I? Huh? huh? Pleeeease let me join!

  45. Pacey & Winnie says:

    We Vancouver cats are in. I, Pacey, am the elder stateswoman — I do a nice line in chewing on things that are bad for me and then coughing up nasty balls of gunk on light-coloured furniture. My little sister, Winnie, is a bit of a tub; she’s good at walking on pastry that’s resting, not to mention eating everything in sight and waking humans up by kneading on sensitive body parts (putting each substantial pound into every knead of her paws). I”m skeptical about the golden retriever (they have a tendency to become loyal again), but maybe we can use him to distract the poor humans. Banzai!

  46. Pacey & Winnie says:

    We Vancouver cats are in. I, Pacey, am the elder stateswoman — I do a nice line in chewing on things that are bad for me and then coughing up nasty balls of gunk on light-coloured furniture. My little sister, Winnie, is a bit of a tub; she’s good at walking on pastry that’s resting, not to mention eating everything in sight and waking humans up by kneading on sensitive body parts (putting each substantial pound into every knead of her paws). I”m skeptical about the golden retriever (they have a tendency to become loyal again), but maybe we can use him to distract the poor humans. Banzai!

  47. Pacey & Winnie says:

    We Vancouver cats are in. I, Pacey, am the elder stateswoman — I do a nice line in chewing on things that are bad for me and then coughing up nasty balls of gunk on light-coloured furniture. My little sister, Winnie, is a bit of a tub; she’s good at walking on pastry that’s resting, not to mention eating everything in sight and waking humans up by kneading on sensitive body parts (putting each substantial pound into every knead of her paws). I”m skeptical about the golden retriever (they have a tendency to become loyal again), but maybe we can use him to distract the poor humans. Banzai!

  48. Hi. Sorry to hear that you are burned out from blogging. I enjoy reading your blog very much. However, I want you to know that you don’t owe us anything. If you need to stop writing – that’s your business. Take care of yourself & Lucy. Blog when it feels like fun… not an obligation. Heck – we all have enough obligations in our lives. Knitting & blogging should be our relief from them! Thanks for all the fun stuff you’ve posted!

  49. jeff and nina says:

    YOu say you gotta Revolution……we’re in! Jeff and Nina checking in from Dallas. We even come with our own tuxedos. Most of the time – between napping, eating, napping and trips to the potty box – we come up with new uses for our canines compadres as cat toys. A revolt would be a nice change of pace. We’ve never used mommy’s laptop for anything other then a warm snuggler – hmmmmm…fellow felines unite! (there’ll be food, right?)

  50. Just a Cat here. I’m with ya, Lucy. I’ll start with this here sweater. Can’t beat mohair on a chilly day. If I can find that fat slob I live with I’ll see if he’d like to join, too. He weighs about 20 pounds, so he should be good for a little heavy lifting.

  51. We, Manny and Faron, gladly raise our paws in support.

    Faron, despite her age, is ready and willing to serve as a commando; she has already achieved distinction in past endeavors, shedding heavily and leaving various ‘gifts’ on projects and, hiding her intentions behind a sweet face, jumping into the lap of Lydia’s boyfriend with all her claws extended, and then digging in as the humans tried to remove her.

    And Manny, well, he’s good at sitting on things. And he could do other things as well, just as long as there aren’t squirrels around; they keep trying to beat him up.

    Yours in the cause,

    Manny and Faron

  52. I, Princess Zoe of zoepurrls blog fame, am in, as are my brothers Chief Eagle Feather Duster (“Dusty”) and Diva Sparrowheart (“Sparrow”). We are young cats from a ranch, so we feel we have much to offer the Revolution. My favourite tactic is stealing entire projects out of mom’s knitting basket, and then pouncing and chewing until the nice yarn is completely freed of those pointy (but tasty) needles. Dusty prefers to sleep on the yarn, thus leaving his nice creamy fur all over it. Sparrow chooses to compose long battle arias and then to sing them to mom when she is trying to count stitches. We also have an elder sister, Amber; she has an especially good trick of peeing on Mom’s finished objects. All four of us would consider it an honour to serve, General Lucy. Paws up!

  53. I have only one thing to say http://www.mycathatesyou.com Many feline revolutionaries can be found there.

  54. Count us in too. We are Gracie (Maine Coon) and Moose (found on doorstep). We love to jump on our mom’s lap when she is knitting. Especially if we can lay on top of her pattern.

  55. I’m highly disappointed in the lot of you. Why waste your time chewing or shredding yarn? That only ruins the thing they’re working on at the time. It’s not good enough unless you can get some serious guilt involved.

    See, what you have to do is *eat* the yarn. And eat a lot of it. Eat enough so that it gets lodged in your stomach and drives your human pretty close to insane for days on end and only when they have scheduled you for surgery do you then puke it back out in a big gloopy mess.

    Granted, this does cut down on your ability to get to that yummy fluffy yarn for later rebellious acts, but oh, the excitement in the meantime!

    Sincerely,

    Zucchini (5 straight days of x-rays for eating fluff), Tangerine (queen of the eating string), Sebastian (shredding is my middle name, right after yelling), Allegra (pees on fluffy things), Rosemary (yarn shredder and knotter extraordinaire), and Azzie (what? yarn? Huh?)

  56. Hi

    My name is Perry and I am an 8 month old tuxedo boy. I think knitting is boring but at least my human puts her legs up so I can lie on them sometimes I put the wool in my mouth and she has wet wool to knit with, my lovely kitten breath…
    Sometimes I roll on the sofa and then shock horror her 12 year old Lloyd the ginger one comes and takes over my lap. I am the kitten and I rule this house. He had about 11 years with her NOW it is my turn.
    Must go and check where Lloydieboy is.
    Mau,
    P

  57. Spooky sends this to Lucy:

    As seen in a dog’s diary:
    8am – Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
    9am – Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
    10am – Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
    11am – Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
    Noon – Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
    1pm – Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
    3pm – Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
    4pm – Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
    5pm – Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
    7pm – Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
    9pm – Oh Boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!
    As seen in a cat’s diary:
    Day 183 of my captivity… My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
    little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to
    eat
    dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the
    mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
    Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by
    weaving around their feet while they were walking almost
    succeeded-must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust
    and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on
    their
    favorite chair- must try this on their bed.
    Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make
    them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their
    hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was.
    Hmmm,
    not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their
    accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could
    hear
    the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement
    was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must
    learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the
    other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog
    is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a
    half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks
    with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current
    placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only
    a matter of time..

  58. Well! This explains a lot!! I find paw marks all over my keyboard, my mouse is clogged with cat fur, fur balls all over my chair, signs that someone has been trying to get into my knitting bag – now it all makes sense! Do the cats of the world really think they could do a better job of running the world than humans?? Ummm – don’t answer that one, I need to think about it a bit more…

  59. Dear Lucy: This is Sassy typing. We’ve got your West Coast Back. I am trained in subversion, observation, obsfucation, code and camoflage. Momoze, while being a candy-ass, is well versed in diversionary tactics. Oh, and unbeknownst to him, Saber….the drooling, 4-legged bark-o-matic is in too. He is our unwitting accomplice. Cats of the world, dog is not our enemy. They are (now repeat after me) unwitting accomplices, scapegoats and dupes. Very good!

  60. Dear Lucy: This is Sassy typing. We’ve got your West Coast Back. I am trained in subversion, observation, obsfucation, code and camoflage. Momoze, while being a candy-ass, is well versed in diversionary tactics. Oh, and unbeknownst to him, Saber….the drooling, 4-legged bark-o-matic is in too. He is our unwitting accomplice. Cats of the world, dog is not our enemy. They are (now repeat after me) unwitting accomplices, scapegoats and dupes. Very good!

  61. Dear Lucy: This is Sassy typing. We’ve got your West Coast Back. I am trained in subversion, observation, obsfucation, code and camoflage. Momoze, while being a candy-ass, is well versed in diversionary tactics. Oh, and unbeknownst to him, Saber….the drooling, 4-legged bark-o-matic is in too. He is our unwitting accomplice. Cats of the world, dog is not our enemy. They are (now repeat after me) unwitting accomplices, scapegoats and dupes. Very good!

  62. Clearly Lucy-grrl, I’m in.

    http://knit.vibegrrl.com/index.php?p=65

    puRRrrr.

  63. For the love of wool. You dont’ have time to post anything about knitting, but you have time to post inane pictures of your stupid cat. If anyone else were doing this on their “knitting” blog, people (I’m think of the curmudgeon…) would be up in arms talking about how lame it was. But because you’re the “goddess” wendy, it’s SO cool and people love it. Give me a break. Get over yourself. And your cat. Sheesh

    PS–> I’m not dumb enough to ask for a copy of a pattern. Not everyone with gumption enough to voice a disenting opinion on here is a jilted reader.

  64. Leah and Rosie says:

    We’ve started the revolution in Sydney! It’s pure yarn anarchy down here! Viva la cat, down with the dry cat food regime…

    We stomp on your stash!

  65. All the way across the globe, you can count me in. My name is Tigs and I am an irresistably flufyy ball of evil. I tangle up whatever yarns my person has in her knitting basket, and knead her knitted pieces — but only natural yarns, the more expensive the better. I have created holes in her cashmere sweaters, dug tufts out of the living room 100% wool carpet, peed on said carpet, sofa, any clothes lying around (what are they doing on the floor anyway?), and yes a copy of The Fifth Elephant, clawed up the sides of the sofa and the balcony cane chairs (scratching posts are for sissies), destroyed the covers of my male person’s record albums and cuff the two rabbits whenever they peek into the house–it’s my territory. I am evil (and fluffy).

  66. Miss Tansy Fantastico says:

    I am attempting to do my part, but mommy is too fast for me. I did give her a good bite last night when she tried to drag me out of her knitting bag. Bad enough that she knit two kitty beds for stupid charity, but now she’s knitting a dog sweater. I can’t allow this. As soon as she turns her back, I’m back in the bag, chewing yarn like there’s no tomorrow.

    My sister Mona is no help at all. She is too dumb to remember to sit on the dog sweater while she is scratching herself bloody. And yet she’s the one who gets the kitty treats. Hrmf.

  67. We’re ready to help you!

    Since we are both black, we are ultra-stealthy and do our best work at night! hahahaha!

    josie is best at just sitting on the yarn and flattening it (our person wants to put her on something called a “diet”. we don’t know what is it, but we want nothing of it!)

    i (pele) am better at a sneak-attack and run!

    we plan to start at the source. the dangly thing she uses to make yarn. it spins, and it’s much more exciting to attack than boring knitting! ;o)

    yours in solidarity,

    pele and josie

  68. Don’t usually post a comment. But do read most every day. What entertaining comments today; however, one stuck me as quite odd. Why must angry people post a comment? What part of “Wendy Knits” do they not understand? It is not called “Wendy Knits to Make “S” Happy.” It’s people like that, and the others who think you should give all your yarns and clothes to charity that probably lead to not wanting to blog anymore. Sorry for the rant, I just needed to say this to someone other than my dogs. Who, by the way, want to join the revolution.

  69. Carlo & Odin says:

    Hi Darling,

    if you need help, here are two german gentlemen who are very interested to be on you side in the fight!

    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Vampirkatze.jpg
    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Tigerkatze.jpg

    Give us a e-mail, we are at home and still waiting…

    Greetings from Cologne
    Carlo & Odin
    Master of human Aud

  70. Carlo & Odin says:

    Hi Darling,

    if you need help, here are two german gentlemen who are very interested to be on you side in the fight!

    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Vampirkatze.jpg
    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Tigerkatze.jpg

    Give us a e-mail, we are at home and still waiting…

    Greetings from Cologne
    Carlo & Odin
    Master of human Aud

  71. Carlo & Odin says:

    Hi Darling,

    if you need help, here are two german gentlemen who are very interested to be on you side in the fight!

    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Vampirkatze.jpg
    http://photobucket.com/albums/v412/audfit/andsoon/?action=view&current=Tigerkatze.jpg

    Give us a e-mail, we are at home and still waiting…

    Greetings from Cologne
    Carlo & Odin
    Master of human Aud

  72. Oh my, it appears that Wendy has been transformed into someone by the name of Tony Clifton. Interesting, I just hope the operation wasn’t too painful.

  73. Count me in! I am very good at flying through the air, arms outstretched, finishing with a 4-point landing on my human’s unsuspecting child. I am sure that I can accomplish this on others as well – Sophie (NinjaKitty)

  74. My Zoe is definitely a part of the revolution. When I first started knitting again, I came home one day to find a skein of Kroy sock yarn strung around the living room table and couch like a giant spider web. And if you see my blog entry for today, she’s got great taste in yarn. ;-)

    Furthermore, on Saturday morning, when I was going to change the bathroom towels ANYWAY, I got up to find that apparently I’d waited too long for Zoe’s taste as she’d hocked up a nice hairball on the bath mat for me….ewwwwww…..

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