There are some kinds of surprises that you like to get. Like this one.
Elizabeth Zimmerman's Knitter's Almanac, sent to me by my friend Ann. This is a good surprise.
Then there are others that, when you think about it, really aren't so surprising. Like this one:
My Vernal Equinox shawl. I realized I'd gotten all the way to row 79 without putting in a lifeline. I promptly put one in on row 80. That was a good surprise, that I'd gotten that far without messing up. But then, this is a simple, easy to knit pattern.
But then, there is the kind of surprise I got last night. I was awakened around midnight by thumping noises. "What in the heck is that cat doing?" I thought. I didn't yell at her, and soon the thumping noises stopped. I drifted off to sleep again, only to wake up this morning to find a dead mouse in my kitchen. I dead, cat-killed mouse.
Nine years I've had that worthless cat, and this is the first mouse she's ever killed. She usually just plays with them, then lets them go. Maybe now, she's finally figured out what to do with them.
Squeaky says, "I am not worthless. Somebody has to hold this love seat down."