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Cats
I was in the living room talking with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hafoc and I look over toward the hall and see Shadow trotting along, tail in the air in that posture that signifies "pleased with myself", and a toy in her mouth.
I focused on her mouth, because that shape wasn't any toy I was familiar with, and she was so pleased I wondered if she had silently caught a live mouse or something.
The something was pale pink and yellow and had long silvery sticks poking out of it. In fact it looked a lot like this:
Which is what I had left on my desk in the middle of a row to go see what Hafoc was chuckling at.
Shadow, ever courteous, let me have it, and followed me as I quickly collected the yards of sewing thread that had rolled off the spools behind her. The majority of the "damage" was the tangle I made collecting the thread. And the wet ends left from my cast on, ew.
I sat at the dining room table to untangle things and rewind spools. Since I was there, I finished the row, and just as I set the knitting down Shadow walks up and looks at me, all big eyes and dark floofy face and trills.
"Hi! I'm cute and floofy and soft and cuddly and purr-y... and I just stole your knitting and you still love me."
hafoc and I look over toward the hall and see Shadow trotting along, tail in the air in that posture that signifies "pleased with myself", and a toy in her mouth.I focused on her mouth, because that shape wasn't any toy I was familiar with, and she was so pleased I wondered if she had silently caught a live mouse or something.
The something was pale pink and yellow and had long silvery sticks poking out of it. In fact it looked a lot like this:
Which is what I had left on my desk in the middle of a row to go see what Hafoc was chuckling at.
Shadow, ever courteous, let me have it, and followed me as I quickly collected the yards of sewing thread that had rolled off the spools behind her. The majority of the "damage" was the tangle I made collecting the thread. And the wet ends left from my cast on, ew.
I sat at the dining room table to untangle things and rewind spools. Since I was there, I finished the row, and just as I set the knitting down Shadow walks up and looks at me, all big eyes and dark floofy face and trills.
"Hi! I'm cute and floofy and soft and cuddly and purr-y... and I just stole your knitting and you still love me."