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Inquiring minds want to know...Who are you? My name's Barbara, and I'm the human member of the zoo; the one that actually does all of the work. The cats help. Like a 2-year old helps. They demand attention when I'm sewing, cry when they're hungry, grab at my fabric, and shed all over everything. But they're also warm, furry, and make a pleasant sound. Besides, they're a lot more photogenic than I am. I've been fascinated by geometric designs for as long as I can remember, but quilting for only a couple of years. One fateful day in 2004, I was in a craft store looking at crochet books. Out of curiosity, I picked up a nearby quilt book, and was immediately captivated. I'd never seen a quilt before that, and my only sewing experience was a class in junior high school. So I did the only thing I could. I bought a sewing machine, found a wonderful teacher, and learned to quilt. My friends and family are still rather bemused at the entire situation. What about the cats? The large orange male is Tramp. He wandered into my house and heart about 16 years ago; half-feral, starving, and covered in asphalt. Time and patience revealed a beautiful, affectionate cat who loves to be held and has a formidable temper. Shadow, gently reared since kittenhood, is not terribly affectionate, although she has her moments. She hates to be held, and is an endless source of frustration to Tramp, who keeps trying to cuddle. How in the world did you get the cats to pose like that? 
It's an illusion. The scene of domestic bliss in the upper left corner lasted for about 5 seconds before erupting into chaos. The photo to the right is far more typical. (Hey ma, he's touching me...) |