I don’t often post personal stuff on here. This blog is mainly a record for my knitting projects and despite the odd photos of small people and cats, that’s about as far as it goes.

But I haven’t posted for a while, and as it’ll be a week or so before I’m up to speed with my knitting and back to my normal cheery gyspy self, I just wanted to explain why.

On the 8th October, my Skippycat died suddenly. He was 13 years old and the stupidest, most affectionate, silliest, cowardly, cuddliest and generally bestest ever white odd-eyed cat in the world. He is irreplaceable and I miss him.