Every knitter knows how important gauge is. Without it, that sweater you meant to make for yourself might be big enough for a young niece. Or have that hat you knit your new nephew fit his dad. We have all been there. Since knitting is a big part of my life, and gauge is a big part of knitting, so it was a no-brainer what to name this guy:
Meet Gauge, the newest member of the Smitten household. I adopted him from Animal Care and Control (I encourage everyone to adopt, rather than buy a pet) last weekend. The shelter told me he was 6 months, but I am thinking he might be younger than that. He is a shorthair grey cat with light grey markings. I didn’t realize that he had some Tabby in him until I got him home. And I love the fact that his markings on his face are just off center.
He is a big cuddler already and a major purr machine. He loves to eat (growing boy and all) and is very energetic. We had a little trouble with the box the first few days, but last night he used it twice. So I am hopeful we are on the right track. So far out of all the toys I have bought him, his favorite is a wrinkled up piece of paper he found in the trash. Typical.
He has keep me on my toes and pretty busy the past few days. I have barely had time to knit. But who could resist this?