A fresh orange

I took a deep breath and started a fresh cast-on for the orange fingerless mitts.  I think the sizing will work!  Or at least...so far, so good.

Here he is right at my feet.

I had to chase this little guy out of the grass in the yard again.  And he is not very scared of me.  I can get right up to him, less than an arm length away--and he just looks at me as if to say, "What's up?  Is there a problem?  Everything seems fine to me here in the tall, rich, tasty grass.  You want me to go?  Are you kidding??? Why???"