Merlin is becoming more devious and mischievous with every passing day.
Not content with every knitted case I've made for things in the past year, his mousie, his tassel, and various paper balls, he has become a sneak thief.
Wondering where one of my mascots has gone, I find it under my bed, distinctly soggy, and ragged round the edges.
I sit quietly with my knitting (not often, granted, but I do get the chance sometimes), minding my own business - and a little paw comes snaking onto the table, and steals my notions bag.
I put my knitting down, and a black streak shoots past and disappears with my ball of yarn.
Yarn retrieved, I go to pick up my knitting again - only to find he's had that away, too.
And this week, I have had to transfer my imminent-project yarn from the lovely lavender tote, in which it has sat unmolested for several years (not always the same yarn, I hasten to add - although, come to think of it....), into a zipped holdall, because Someone has discovered he can hop up next to it, and find a huge supply of new woolly balls.
He looked very indignant when I zipped the holdall and stopped his games, but there's a limit to how long I can watch my precious hand-dyed, hand-spun goodies disappearing out of the door and down the corridor, trailing between his scampering feet - and it's about 0.1 of a second.
Poor Merlin. As we say to him countless times a day - 'It's a good job you're cute'....