Pictured above is my beloved cat, Ryan napping on my latest project, a Dresden Plate quilt I’ve been anxious to finish. I started it years ago. But I decided it was time to finish. Well thanks to Ryan, maybe not today.
Ryan loves to make herself comfortable on my quilts. I take her adoration as an extreme compliment.
I guess she fell asleep after wearing herself out stretching, writhing, and contorting herself into odd angles, as cats often do. I realized quilting was futile, so I gave up trying to free motion quilt with a cat on top of the fabric. This is a pretty large quilt and moving it under limited space of my little sewing machine is a challenge anyway, but with the weight on one end, really made things difficult. I decided it was time for a lunch break.
Ryan is always up for providing the entertainment to my tiny quilting space, or pretty much any other activity for that matter. This cat is like none other I’ve ever known.
Ryan and her sisters were born 13 years ago on a hot July
day on the front porch of the home I share with my husband, John. Her mother is
a pretty and petite Calico cat, a stray until she decided to adopt us. She kept hanging around the house, peeking in windows
until we finally gave in and let her come into the house. She wasn’t much more
than a kitten. But one day she decided indoors was not her thing. She broke out
the screen of an open window and took off into the woods. She didn’t go far, and
rarely was out of sight, but it was far enough apparently. One day I noticed
her girth had changed. She was a little rounder in her middle. I knew
immediately that she was pregnant.
Timi was pretty young to give birth, so I wasn’t sure how
well things would go. I was there to help if need be. I read up on what to do
before the big day so I was prepared. I had a birthing box ready for Timi, all
lined with the latest edition of the local news of our town. Another box was
lined with a baby afghan left over from my own kids.
One late morning I was sitting at my computer desk when Timi
jumped up to the window next to me. She climbed onto the screen and was clawing
in a frenzy and was meowing in a voice I hadn’t heard before. I knew it was
time. I met her on the front porch, she jumped into the box and before long I
saw the most adorable little gray and white kitten. Timi cleaned it, licking,
licking, licking until it was dry and fluffy. She had no qualms about letting
me take her kitten. That was my introduction to Ryan and it was love at first
sight. I held her gently, talked to her, and kept her warm in my hands.
Timi then delivered another, and another, until there were
five. I love them all, but Ryan and I have something special between us.
I was very impressed with how Timi settled into her new role
of motherhood. I’m not sure what my role was, but I know it changed my life as
much or more than it did hers.
I decided I couldn’t part with any of the kittens, so I kept
them all. The last one born lived only 11 days. The third one—Boo—was born with
a deformity and weakness on her right side. She was basically a three-legged
cat. She lived to be 11 years old and was my second favorite. I still miss her
every day. Then there are Kenni and Kasey. There is no shortage of kitty love
around here.
This period of my life marked a huge quilting hiatus for me,
but once I got back to it, I found I had partners. The girls just love
snuggling in a new quilt, or an old one for that matter. Only Ryan likes to be
involved in the process however. I guess it started when I did most of my
quilting by hand. She loved to sit beneath the quilt while I worked on it. I
guess once I decided to adapt to machine quilting, Ryan did too. Now, she seems
pretty content to sit on top rather than under it.
Having cats just adds one more dimension to my love of quilting.
Now if only I could get the girls to stitch-in-the-ditch or hand sew binding, I’d
have it made.
