Inquiring minds want to know...Do you ever update this page? I'm afraid that this page is a good illustration of why I fail at social media. Sadly, my two feline mascots have both died of old age since I last updated this page. (And yes, that includes the gray kitten.) Having now updated it, in Oct of 2015, my current two (black) cats are likely to turn gray before I update it again. 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 never saw a quilt til much (much) later in life. 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 your mascots? The large orange male is Tramp. He wandered into my house and heart, half-feral, starving, and covered in asphalt. Time and patience revealed a beautiful, affectionate cat who loved to be held and had a formidable temper. Shadow, gently reared since kittenhood, was never terribly affectionate, although she had her moments. She hated to be held, and was an endless source of frustration to Tramp, who kept trying to cuddle. 
How in the world did you get them 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 was far more typical. (Hey ma, he's touching me...) Well... bring us up to date. I'm mostly concentrating on books these days - two out, with another in the works. I still have feline 'assistance'. The current two are both black, and convinced that the only legitimate use of my hands is petting or holding them, with occassional breaks to pour food. They tag-team me... 
Cat and mouse 
Warm seat curtesy of Princess In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this. ~Terry Pratchett |