The tea sales are in full swing, and I’m loving the subtle combinations of interesting flavors. At the moment, I’m rather obsessed with Knit One, Purl Two- the Irish Breakfast blend. Nomz, to say the very least.
Socks are swinging on my needles, and as the most recent pair are a traditional argyle, the bouncing yarn bobbins have all six cats dancing at my feet. This may prove problematic. You see, my cats (McLovin and Trinity) have been well trained regarding the yarn. The two kittens are just over a year old now, and they’re still in the learning process, so it’s forgivable… but now there are two adult Russian Blues here for an extended stay while some friends get their business in order. These two are bright, but troublesome, and seem to have a knack for getting all of the other four cats to misbehave.
It’s everything. My cats are on counters they know they don’t belong on, into boxes and bags they never used to try to access, and even climbing on top of the refrigerator. Just the other day, I saw Porthos (one of the kitten brothers) up in the rafters above the kitchen. Nearly gave me a heart attack!!
Needless to day, these two blues are The Cat in the Hat to my sweet, well behaved children, and my intarsia knitting suffers because of it. Not all is lost, however. I’m an old hand at cat wrangling. As a knitter with high opes of being the Crazy Cat Lady of the Universe, herding cats away from my yarn is a must-master trick.
Six, though… It’s giving me a run for my money. One should never have more cats in a household than there are human hands to pet them.