Tonight was our monthly craft night, and I brought Sonnet with me, to get some feedback on how to finish it off. Because this was our December gathering we all brought goodies to share, and ornaments for a gift exchange. We had a wonderful time sitting around the room chatting and knitting – well, most of us. I *did* get some knitting done, but not as much as I might have. The ‘problem’ is that the hostess occasionally fosters kittens for a local SPCA, and one of them decided that I looked like the perfect (or would that be purr-fect?) spot to curl up on.
She started off on my shoulder, which wasn’t so bad because I could just sit a little awkardly and keep on knitting.
But as the evening progressed (and she proceeded to curl, uncurl, stretch, and otherwise rearrange herself) I ended up having to keep scrunching further and further down on the couch so this little scrap of fuzz would be comfortable (what can I say – I am such a sucker for teeny little kittens).
She rewarded me by purring every single second she was awake, and leaving my yarn alone. I may not have gotten much knitting done, but somehow I really didn’t mind.