It’s not that the love affair with Mako, the grey kitty, has come to an end.  Let’s just say that reality has set in.  Maybe he steered clear of my yarn because he wanted to endear himself to me.  Winter is coming, and the house is warmer than the great outdoors – leave the yarn alone and she’ll let me stay inside, his little cat-mind was thinking.

But with 80 degree weather all week, and not much in the way of fall temperatures predicted in the near future, it’s hard to think about winter.  Consequently, non-endearing behaviour ensued in the way of leaping in my lap while working on a large-scale lace project.  The last thing you want are cat claws kneading lace.  I carefully extracted him, only to have him grab the skein of yarn as I continued to knit.  Apparently the movement of fine yarn is too much for a cat to resist.  At this point I decided it was a good time for Mako to get some fresh air.

Yesterday’s adventure involved some kid alpaca skeins that I had just finished rinsing from their dye bath the evening before.  Two pounds of gorgeous colored, super-soft yarn, hung out to drip dry on the drying lines on the deck.  Bob and I were talking about the agenda for the day when I noticed Mako outside, rubbing his face against the yarn.  For a nano-second, I thought what a great picture that would make.  Then he did what no cat of a yarn-lover should do – he attacked one of the skeins.  With Bob in mid-sentence, I put (threw) down my cup of tea and raced for the door.  The tricky part was not to startle him so much that he became completely entangled in 600 yards of fine yarn, but alert him that he must cease and desist immediately.

Fortunately, there was not damage done aside from rearranging the hank to its former order.  The yarn quickly found itself back indoors.

It’s nearly dry, but I like to air it out before it gets labeled and photographed for the website.  The umbrella clothes line might work.  I’m just a little concerned about the birds.

Peace & Love