The cat is starting to make herself at home, finally. I'm pleased. I think.
It started last week. I got up (after deciding I could not hit the snooze button any more and still expect to have time to take a shower) and shuffled across the room, aiming for the light switch. On the way my foot stepped on something fuzzy and unresponsive. And large.
"The hell?"
I flipped on the switch to find I was standing on a skein of blue and red alpaca yarn that I bought last year and still haven't done anything with. It should have been in a box in the craft room, not in the middle of my bedroom floor. I turned to the cat.
"Why is there a skein of very expensive alpaca in the middle of the bedroom?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at me in wide-eyed innocence. If she could talk I'm sure she would have said, "What is this 'alpaca' of which you speak?"
I picked it up, put it back where it belongs, and went on with my morning routine.
That evening I came home from work to find: a skein of red wool on the stairs, the alpaca skein in the kitchen, a square from an unfinished afghan in the bathroom, and a skein of Noro (a Japanese wool/silk blend) by the nightstand. It's been a couple skeins a day ever since, and not always the same ones. I think she goes box-diving and then plays with what she fishes out (I noticed early on that she really likes boxes). Last night there was a skein of Zauberball sock yarn (wool) and a ball of kid mohair on the bed, pushed up right against the pillows. She must have dragged them up there to sleep on them. I'll say this for her, she has good taste. She never touches the cheap acryclic stuff I use to practice stitches with. The other stuff must smell a little like the animals they came from.
Well, if she's gonna go crazy over yarn, she'd definitely in the right house.
Side note: "kid mohair." Doesn't that sound like the name of a rapper? Can't you just see him in low-slung jeans, cock-eyed hat, loud jewelry, and an argyle cardigan? Of course, he'd probably spell it Kid Mo' Hair.
3 comments:
Kid Mo' Hair is a perfect name for a rapper, or how bout Mo' Hairless for Grandpa's Mariachi band?
Your cat will be in heaven with all that yarn!
Oh, I love her already! Kid Mohair along with his snarky sidekick, Mini Mochi. ;)
our cat does the same thing with socks. she fishes socks out of my daughters drawer and carries them around the house. we can tell when she's coming down the hall w/ them because she has a certain meow when she does this. i'll come home to 3-4 pair of socks scattered around the house. i think she's pretending they're kittens.
(i found you via hotch potchery btw).
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