Cats And Needles

Where does the day go? I've asked that question before. Time passes whether you have fun or not. I'm writing briefly right now because Coco is sleeping on the couch and I may get another row or two knitted on the afghan while she sleeps. My knitting needles don't click-clack while I'm knitting so unless she comes to look for me she won't know that I'm knitting. Unfortunately for mom, her knitting needles are metal and Coco can hear them even when she's not in the same room. It's the yarn that fascinates her. She pulls at it while you knit. That's not conducive to keeping the stitches on the needle. I remember when Sandy use to sit by the sewing machine when he was a kitten. He would watch the needle go up and down and try to catch it. Luckily, I never sewed his paw. When I sew on the machine tomorrow I'd better close the door because Coco would probably try to do the same thing and I don't want to take any chances. Sandy is smart enough to know not to do that anymore. One's life is so different when you have cats. There's never a dull moment, no matter what you're doing. I should say that there's never a dull moment no matter what you're TRYING to do. Their interference sometimes keeps you from completing the task at hand.