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'....
1 comment:
oh no, Merlin is a thief! but so very cute, as you say.
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