Sock Story

I've started on a new pair of socks, and I'm happy with the pattern.  It's easy to do but looks complicated.  I usually knit after dinner and can manage to get in a few rounds while watching television.  At the end of the night, I will just deposit the knitting next to the couch.   mean, it's not really exciting.  Actually, it is sort of boring and sad, but that's my life.  The cat who lives in my house, Delilah, just ignores my yarn stash and my knitting in general.

However, yesterday evening, while I was trying to fall asleep, Delilah cat was in some kind of mood.  Steve had coated a toy with catnip earlier in the evening and typically that high only lasts about 30 minutes.  But, here it was, about 11:00 p.m., and I can still hear Delilah batting the toy around the front room.  I ignored it until Delilah came into the bedroom and jumped up on the bed, ending up behind me outside of my line of sight.  She was meowing so I reached behind to move her to my front and she started yelling at me.  That's when I saw the blue yarn wrapped around her back foot.  While she struggled and practically accused me of trying to kill her, I realized that the yarn was from my sock knitting.  I got out of bed, put on my glasses so I could see what damage she had done, and realized that the yarn was wrapped around the bed and out the door.  I was imaging the worst because I followed the yarn trail into the front room.  It lead me back to my knitting, which  I was happy to see was no worse for being part of Delilah's play time.  She had pulled out the extra yarn from the ball instead the finished product.

The Aftermath

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