No you say? Ah, but looks can be deceiving.
Yesterday, I arrived home in a rather frazzled state of mind. I carried a half dozen separate things in from the car at once. As I came into the house I set my purse here, my craft bag there, the mail over there, the grocery bag in the kitchen etc. The dog needed to be let out. I needed to throw in a load of laundry and, of course, check to see if any of my favorite blogs had been updated.
Approximately an hour passes from the time I first walked in. I go back upstairs and there on the floor is the ball of yarn for Alex's hat. The gauge swatch (thank God it was just the gauge swatch) had been separated from the needles. There were various lengths of yarn strewn about the living room. If that wasn't enough, the ball of yarn had a bunch of dog hair stuck to it. (I can't remember if I mentioned that I am kind of a slob). Where was this delightful creature from the picture above at this point you ask? She was rootling in my craft bag, that I had set down on the sofa by mistake, looking for her next bit of fun. All I could do was point at her and say "CAT! CAT!"
I have noticed that knitters tend to be dog people. I think I know why.
3 comments:
My cats have not yet discovered my knitting bag and I am dreading the day they do.
She is a charming and innocent-looking feline, though!
Ah those innocent eyes, I know them well.
When our two cats were wee kittens I was knitting my husband an aran jumper. One day I came home and the two of them had found the wool in my craftbag and had some kind of a manic chase under the dining table, around each leg, and in and out and around the legs of each of the six chairs. It was like some kind of cats cradle string game. It took hours to untangle and some bits had to be cut, they were so knotted. We laugh about it 18 years later but at the time I cried.
I had a kitten who looked a lot like this one and she loved this ball of nylon string. It was virtually indestructable. She would wind it all around table and chair legs. It was rather fun to come home and see what she had done all day.
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