Now that we’ve gotten through felt rodents and boxes that are bigger on the inside, it’s time to move on to Chalky.
If you’re not familiar with the police term, it’s the unofficial nickname for the chalk outlines left where a body fell at a crime scene. In reality this is rarely ever done, but here in Chicago we claim the prestigious title of Murder Capital of the US (last year we beat our everyone else by a body count of nearly 100), I’m sure some chalk hits the pavement from time to time.
Say hello to our little friend…
I decided to make this slight macabre kitty toy because there is a cat in my house that has already established herself as belonging to the “dark side” of existence, and she needed something new to attack in the middle of the night. Her name is Noir (a.k.a. Chunkers), and one of her favorite toys of all time is a plastic Halloween finger she found somewhere and now carries around the house like the trophy keeping little serial killer she is.
Not that she doesn’t have other beautiful atributes…
Now on to making this little guy.
Here’s What You’ll Need
2 pieces of black felt
1 piece of white felt
white embrodery floss
scissors/ needle/ pen
-Print out the picture at the top of the page and use the guy as a pattern for your felt.
-Cut three pieces, one from each sheet of felt, and make a little oreo type sandwich. I made the white piece slightly larger than the black ones so it stuck out a bit. The three layers make it really sturdy too, which helps when cat’s play as rough as mine.
-Then blanket stitch around the edges while you stare at something more entertaining. It get’s boring if something else is not happening around you, because it takes a little bit of time to make the stitches close enough to one another.
-Leave enough space open to stuff it while adding catnip, and do so with small pieces and move it into the limbs with a pen so you don’t get stuck with a floppy arm or head. (totally happened and it was a pain to fix)
-Then close up Chalky and get creative. I didn’t give him a face, just little eyes, but I say go crazy. If anyone does so, I would love to hear back from you and see your fantastic creations! Much love and poetry.
“She says, “But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss.”
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams
And our desires.”
Sunday Morning (V.1-5)
by Wallace Stevens