Cats and Knitting

This is our cat, Burt. Looks harmless and innocent, doesn't he? Just minding his own feline business, and perhaps posing like an ancient Egyptian statue for the camera. Hey, he knows when he looks good. He's always been friendly, ever since he found himself living in the wild and decided to adopt us, living under our deck for a few weeks until we took him in.


This, too, is Burt. Again, apparently minding his own business. Keeping his eye on that clapotis shawl while it blocks, but clearly saying, "See? I'm just guarding it for you. I'm not touching it. I'm within clawing range...but I'm being good." Nice kitty. He's still remembering those cold nights under the deck, trying to catch his own food and more often than not, going hungry. So he's trying to follow the rules, even if they make no sense to him. I mean, why NOT lie on the knitting? It's soft! And why the heck did I put it down there if I didn't want him to lie on it? Sheesh, humans.





Alas, this too is Burt. Oh, how the mighty have fallen! As it turns out, he was merely "guarding" all that knitting while biding his time, waiting for his chance. And when he saw his opportunity, he seized it...crawling into my knitting bag to snooze atop my Graceful shawl, in progress. I guess he feels comfortable enough with us these days that he can be naughty with impunity.

Now, he was cute enough that I had to take his picture before shooing him out of the bag. But I'm saving that to blackmail him in the future. You never know when it will come in handy...