Here’s my latest knitting problem:
She’s at least as in love with yarn and fiber as I am… maybe even a little more. I didn’t start knitting until Webster was at least a year, maybe even two years old, so he was past the kitten stage. And I didn’t really, really start knitting all the time until even later than that. So he had time to ease into the “don’t eat yarn” thing. Hela… not so much. If she can find anything wooly at all, she takes it and runs. Literally. In fact, her preference for yarn even extends to finished objects. Lately she’s been taking gloves, shawls, and hats out of the winter clothes bin at night and they end up several rooms away, under our bed while we sleep. So far she hasn’t harmed a finished object, but I fear it’s only a matter of time.
Knitting projects must be *closed* in a bag (she’ll pull yarn out of drawstring bags that aren’t cinched up…), the fiber has to get locked in the closet and large projects are placed on high shelves. oh man. Webster has never looked like such a good cat!