Thursday, January 23, 2014

Knitters Should Have Puppies

I woke up to this.


Yards and yards of my yarn spun out and laying on the floor.


From room to room and down the hall I followed the trail.


And in the end, around the last corner, I found the culprit of the shenanigans that occurred while I soundly slept.


Guilty.  Happy.  But Guilty.


And he had no shame, continuing to play with my would-be scarf right in front of me with no regard for my feelings.


This as the "good kitty" stayed clear of the mess.  Smart boy.


Even as I wound the loose threads from their piles, making order of the strewn out mess, my playful offender continued to be entertained.


A day in the life of a knitter with cats.