There's no one like Macavity.
There never was a cat
Of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi,
And one or two to spare:
Whatever time the deed took place,
Macavity wasn't there.
I've been making more ginger cats, since I loved the first batch so much. And the entire time, I have had this song from "Cats" stuck in my head.
Macavity's a ginger cat.
He's very tall and thin.
You'd know him if you saw him,
For his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined in thought,
His head is highly domed.
His coat is dusty from neglect,
His whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side
With movements like a snake.
And when you think he's half asleep,
He's always wide awake!
T.S. Eliot paraphrasing Arthur Conan Doyle, as harmonized by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Genius.
My grandma took me to "Cats" when I was about 4, and I was obsessed. My sister and I used to dance around the living room for hours to the soundtrack. I was "Mr. Mistofeles, the magical mystery cat", and she was the disreputable "Mungo Jerry". Those were even our Halloween costumes one year. I think my mother would be happy to never hear that recording again!!
My dad created an entire serious of brilliant bed-time stories based on the cats of the junkyard (and incorporated a traveling circus to boot!). We even have a few of them on tape. Again, genius.
And then some other, more respectable cats:
I love how these calicos came out. I was worried when I was cutting them, but I think they might just be my favorites.
The remaining cats are pieced, but not yet sashed, so not too far to go!