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.