I came home to the sight of Rosco laying on the couch, drunk on yarn! His eyes were glazed over, he was breathing long & shallow, you could HEAR the pur from across the room, I SWEAR to you all, he was smiling! There was an evil satisfied grin on that cats face!!!
There was a single strand of pink yarn that began wrapped around the darling Rosco, as I followed the strand, then immediately my brain shifted, trying to remember if I am knitting anything pink!!! Did he frog something that I have been working on??!!!! I couldn't remember! AAAACCCK!!! So I follow the strand from the living room, to the dining room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs into my sewing/crafty room. YEP...pink yarn is strewn everywhere. Just like in cartoons, it's wrapped around the legs of tables, under & over things, a big huge pink cobweb of cat doom. As I walked & took pictures, Rosco was at my feet, then one step ahead of me, he began to yell at me... He was offended that I was undoing what he had spent all of five minutes creating!
The stunner for me, & I am not sure why I was so surprised, was that he had gotten up on my cutting table (3 1/2feet high) , INTO a basket overflowing with neatly wound yarn cakes (i.e. no loose tempting ends that may tempt kitty to screw around with them), way down in the bottom of the basket, and chose a bright pink cake of lamb's pride worsted. He hunted this particular yarn!!! It wasn't laying around in his sight line! It's good to know that of ALL the colors to choose from, my big gay cat went for the hot pink! : ')
He followed me around the room, squawking at me the entire time that I was unwinding his handy-work. I just kept unwinding, telling him to "stick a sock in it" every few minutes! After a few moments had passed, I was just hysterically laughing! And know my throat hurts worse than it did before. More hot tea for me!
