Young Crocheter

I was looking through my childhood collection of photos (as requested by a dear friend) to find a picture of me between the ages of 8-10. I came upon this picture taken of me with my beloved Buffy Moon, but notice that green thing in my lap! Yes, I was crocheting! I have no idea what I was making or why, but here is the proof that I have been at this craft for a very long while.

I know that I was taught to crochet when I was 8 years old, and didn't really make anything other than potholders. So I'm not sure why I am even doing anything in this picture—perhaps I was making a blanket for my dolls? Anything is possible!

A few words about Buffy Moon. She and her sister Trixy, were my birthday present for my 9th birthday. Sadly, Trixy had to be put down within a couple of days of getting her because she had a congenital condition and she wouldn't have been able to be a normal, healthy cat.

Buffy Moon was my little baby, and we did all sorts of thing together. When Buffy was about a year old, my mom (vowing not to let the cat go outside) decided that Buffy needed to go out and well, it was just a matter of tempting the fates because we lived on a highway where cars sped.

One night Buffy hadn't come in when called, and the next morning we all searched for her. My sister found her, dead in the ditch, and her head was crushed. My mom still had me go to school that day. I cried continuously on the bus ride there.

Buffy was a Siamese, gray tip, and had more of a seal point face. How I adored Siamese cats! One day I do wish to have a chocolate tip, apple face Siamese kitty, but only if Mr. Doo approves! He is Lord and Master and all must be approved through him! (Oh, and also it would have to pass Pooky's approval too. I think he has reached his limits regarding feline overload!)