So yesterday morning I woke up and found this:
Actually what I found was the yarn stretching between two rooms with the scarf still attached. Squeak is by far the most yarn aggressive cat I have ever had. Like if she sees me knitting, she hops up in my lap to put a stop to it. She is the devil, but she also spent over an hour last night rubbing her face against my back and licking it. So sometimes I guess she’s sweet. Having five just means I’ve had to officially accept the idea that I am a crazy cat lady. In other news the new sock is coming along.
Like I said I am unofficially competing so I’ve decided to give myself till the end of the month. Mostly I just am sick of the projects and want them out of the way so I can move on to greener pastures. This weekend I’ll hopefully get through most of the 2nd sleeve for basic black. Then I can focus on the finishing. Of course since I’ve yet to even cast on for the sleeve….But I have a fool proof plan. A new Falco audio book! How I love the romans in all their bloodwashed hardheaded decadence.
Five cats! Wow. Although I suppose cats are mostly low maintenance, aside from your yarn disaster. I’m happy with just my hedgehog.
Screw the Ravelympics. (Is that harsh? Haha…)