Cat Lady

Sometimes, you meet someone special. Sometimes, that someone is a cat.
Before I had my son, I had Mischief. She was my first baby. She spent her days napping and living up to her name. She spent her nights on my bed. She learned to use the toilet. She hated dogs. She didn't really care for cats, either, including her own kittens.

We've had other cats, but none had her slightly snobbish attitude or playful nature. Tom cats came and went, but Mischief always stayed.

I've been working on this quilt for quite a while now, primarily because knew it would take up a great deal of time. I thought the large collection of different batik fabrics would be wonderful on the black background. I picked up a great pattern book that had all these wonderful cats to applique. I didn't really know what I would call it, but then I just knew.

Thirty cats, no two exactly the same, cover this wonderful quilt. Sometimes you meet a quilt that will have to be pried from your cold, dead fingers. I think this is the one.

Mischief passed a few years ago after a stroke. She was sixteen years old. She had lived in Hawaii, New Jersey, Maryland and New York state. She had also flown in an airplane over part of the Pacific Ocean and traveled across the country by car. She was my first friend in a new state. She raised one human, one puppy and two tom cats.

I think she would have liked to shed on this quilt. What else would a gray and white cat do with a mostly black quilt?