Keeping the QIs busy

My least favorite QI helpful trick is done by my tiny Traci, who only
weighs four pounds. She loves to curl up behind my machine in the sun
and snap at the thread as it feeds from the spool...gick!
I guess she think her teeth are a step in the threading process that
I missed...or maybe it's just an easy way to floss the tuna??

Our little Mingus ignored sewing activities, with just one exception:
any time the serger was threaded, he would sneak into the room and
unthread it. He obviously thought this was a hugely important task,
as nothing else in the room would be touched and you only had to leave
the door open for a few minutes and he'd be on the job, sitting up on
the table delicately pulling the thread off the guides with his claws.

Perhaps he thought leaving a serger threaded was an industrial hazard
and he was hoping to be a health and safety inspector in a future life.

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Yes, I've been there. My Pippen believes every quilt I make is his. I
can't convince him otherwise.

Maureen

Denise G. wrote:
Maureen, I have a cat named Pippen, too. He loves to sleep on whatever
I'm in the process of machine quilting. I have to move him every 5
minutes or so.

Denise in NH

On Wed, 03 Mar 2004 19:38:44 GMT, Taria
wrote:

That is pretty awful. Poor oreo. I would suppose though that he
tasted like chicken!
Taria

QuiltShopHopper wrote:
I once had a hamster named Oreo because of his coloring. Oreo had a ball to
run in. Run Oreo, run. See Oreo run. See Sylvester open the ball. I
always wondered if Oreo tasted like chocolate to Sylvester.



I came across Sasha staring at a very free Yuri, who had somehow
worked the top off of his exercise ball. No fear, my domestic goddess
has no idea how to use her paws or claws. She was staring at him, as
if to say, "Some small part of my brain says that I should eat him.
But I have no idea how to do it!" She looked up at me when I assessed
the situation like, "I didn't do it!" I finally caught the little
varmint, put him in his cage and we bought a new ball for him.
Peace reigns once more in the household.


-- Jo in Scotland

LOL!

Maureen

Johanna Gibson wrote:
On Wed, 03 Mar 2004 19:38:44 GMT, Taria
wrote:


That is pretty awful. Poor oreo. I would suppose though that he
tasted like chicken!
Taria

QuiltShopHopper wrote:

I once had a hamster named Oreo because of his coloring. Oreo had a ball to
run in. Run Oreo, run. See Oreo run. See Sylvester open the ball. I
always wondered if Oreo tasted like chocolate to Sylvester.




I came across Sasha staring at a very free Yuri, who had somehow
worked the top off of his exercise ball. No fear, my domestic goddess
has no idea how to use her paws or claws. She was staring at him, as
if to say, "Some small part of my brain says that I should eat him.
But I have no idea how to do it!" She looked up at me when I assessed
the situation like, "I didn't do it!" I finally caught the little
varmint, put him in his cage and we bought a new ball for him.
Peace reigns once more in the household.


-- Jo in Scotland

didn't the gerbil have a heart attack? I am thinking of how to introduce
Sofia to the pigs and vv when she starts crawling and such but I think
they'd be scared to death of a huge human baby...

(and how to protect them from each other, I am thinking baby eating
guinea pig 'pellets' both before and after they pass through the pig's
GI tract, and guinea pigs being squished and stamped on by
overenthusiastic baby).

Johanna Gibson wrote:

On Wed, 03 Mar 2004 19:38:44 GMT, Taria
wrote:


That is pretty awful. Poor oreo. I would suppose though that he
tasted like chicken!
Taria

QuiltShopHopper wrote:

I once had a hamster named Oreo because of his coloring. Oreo had a ball to
run in. Run Oreo, run. See Oreo run. See Sylvester open the ball. I
always wondered if Oreo tasted like chocolate to Sylvester.




I came across Sasha staring at a very free Yuri, who had somehow
worked the top off of his exercise ball. No fear, my domestic goddess
has no idea how to use her paws or claws. She was staring at him, as
if to say, "Some small part of my brain says that I should eat him.
But I have no idea how to do it!" She looked up at me when I assessed
the situation like, "I didn't do it!" I finally caught the little
varmint, put him in his cage and we bought a new ball for him.
Peace reigns once more in the household.


-- Jo in Scotland

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On Tue, 09 Mar 2004 11:56:37 -0800, "Dr. Quilter"
wrote:

didn't the gerbil have a heart attack? I am thinking of how to introduce
Sofia to the pigs and vv when she starts crawling and such but I think
they'd be scared to death of a huge human baby...

(and how to protect them from each other, I am thinking baby eating
guinea pig 'pellets' both before and after they pass through the pig's
GI tract, and guinea pigs being squished and stamped on by
overenthusiastic baby).


Ah, but you see we introduced Yuri to Sasha straight away; we're not
sure how old he was when we bought him, but maybe a month or 6 weeks
old? He didn't know any better - but Sasha did! We have already had
a gerbil and a wild field mouse as her "pets" and she understands that
she is not to eat them! We put the rather arsy, bitey Yuri on Sasha's
back, Sasha's head.... oh Sasha was bored by it all and acted very
mature and bored and got up and left the room, yawning. She's nearly
11, and we bought Yuri for her 10th birthday.
So when it finally happened that she saw him free, well I think
she was truly flumoxed. She was so used to running from his annoying
bright yellow exercise ball, I think she forgot that Yuri has little
legs as well.
Apparently, when someone has Yuri on her hands, and you're had a
good nosey with Yuri, it's really really annoying when he turns around
suddenly and whips you in the face with his tail. I'm just explaining
the look on Sasha's face...


-- Jo in Scotland