Before the Knight was even a serious fixture in my life, there was Mugsy. My tough little renegade, my snuggler, my pal. He was the first and best present the Knight gave me, and it's hard to believe that he's twelve, and in five weeks, he will have been in our lives 12 years to the day. Above, you see him with his office toy, a punching bag that cheers/roars when punched (read: bitten). Someone gifted it to my mother inlaw, but when she found that Mugsy liked it, it became his. That's the way Mugsy's life works; if he wants it, it becomes his. He's very confident and perhaps a wee bit spoiled.
The party's on hold while we wait on Fred. The first round of news this morning wasn't good. Fred's temperature is back up, and I'll spare you the other details, but hopefully, we'll hear something soon and he'll still be able to come home this evening. I can't tell you how much it meant to me to have 22 messages in the middle of the night, almost all of them in support of Fred.
Some day, you'll get knitting content again. Perhaps I'll get it together enough this evening to get up a proper blog post to share the vast swapperly goodness that arrived to cheer me last night. I really need to, because I have a self-imposed rule that I can't enjoy the goodies until I blog, and there's a bone in there Mugsy wants to share with Fred for his birthday... Please keep the prayers and positive vibes coming!