And then I am trampled by a huge mound of clumsy fur who insists that I need to pay attention to him, not the fabric in front of me. He keeps pawing at the Q-Snap, which means that my frame keeps getting knocked over because this cat has natural boxing gloves for paws.
He paws at the pattern, at the floss as it moves through the fabric, and at the (ooh, shiny!) needle.
I’m getting the hint. Tonight? Is Harry Potter furball night. Eighteen plus pounds of cat with sharp claws says so.
Don’t believe me? Look at this:
Yeah… not arguing with him.