Tigger of course! Tuesday is his first birthday. Who would guess that the little scrappy road runner the vet called "feral" would turn out to be such a loving kitty? 
He's gone from a scrappy, banged up ball of fluff cowering in the back of a carrier to an integral part of our crew. Here he's hanging out with Chewie!
So happy birthday little guy; let's go camping to celebrate! Oh, and here's the graduation card I made for our nephew Ailin. Unfortunately the photo washes out the three-dimensional nature of the cap.
So I drug out a half-finished project from this year's CKC and finished something a little more uplifting:
And, of course, it goes without saying that I had help with Smoke snoopervising. It's not a project in this house if there isn't kitty fur in it.