smokeyThe other day I was trying to accomplish making a mitered border for the first time.

So I am concentrating REALLY hard, and I am just a bit anxious about screwing this up….then fuzzy-man-kitten shows up, plops down on my quilt top, and acts like he owns my sewing room.

He definitely doesn’t. If that room belongs to anybody but me, it must be my queen-cat BuddhaFuzz. But SmokeyPuff, for all his five months of experience, seems completely oblivious to that fact.





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