Up 'til now, our cats have been pretty good about my knitting. They generally don't harass me while I knit, they don't attack the yarn balls, and Branwen has had only one needle chewing incident. Sure, Jericho used to dive into my knitting basket as soon as I walked away from it, but since he passed, we've been pretty incident free. Until this weekend...
It all started with a string toy.
You know, those long strings of felt attached to plastic rods for teasing cats. After his catnip mouse, this is Arty's favorite toy. Unfortunately, he also has a tendency to inhale string like spaghetti, so we had to put it up, out of his sight and out of his reach.
I don't have a picture of Arty's string swallowing--safety being the more important issue, but this is kind of what is looks like (except Arty is black). Yes, the facial expression is accurate:
We found him the next morning, completely wrapped up in the string with a guilty look on his little face like "what? I was being helpful and entertaining myself." We immediately put the toy in the coat closet, where there is no chance he can get it.
I don't think Arty really understood what happened to his string toy because he suddenly became a lot more interested in jumping onto this bookcase. There wasn't anything up there that he needed or wanted, but he continued to search for his lost toy...in the same place over and over.
Unfortunately for us, this is also where we (used to) keep our winter accessories--scarves, hats, mittens, etc. We put them all in a big basket on top of this bookcase, so they would be out of sight of the cats, but not out of our reach. I did not have enough foresight to realize that Arty was not going to stop jumping onto that bookcase and eventually something bad was going to happen.
I mean, just look at the mischief in his eyes:
One day, Arty gave up his quest for the string toy and opted instead to explore the contents of this basket. He then found himself the finest, most complicated, most labor intensive project in there. And ATE it.
Can you guess what it was?
Moral of the story: no matter how well behaved your cats are, your knits are still in danger. Lock them up!
Happy(er) ending: Feeling a little down on Monday (Valentine's Day is not my favorite), I went to my LYS on my lunch break and bought myself a replacement skein of malabrigo lace "from Arty." He owed me another one, right? I will still have to put the effort into another shawlette, but that's half the fun anyway. It probably won't be another Laminaria, but hopefully it will come out just as beautiful.
Next time: Sneak preview of my blankie-in-progress for Vicki's little girl-in-progress