'Dear' (*sigh*) Hubby's Cat:
Nov. 2nd, 2013 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melredcapAre you required by some evil feline contract to be occasionally destructive... and only with my stuff? I dunno, you behave beautifully for about five weeks at a time and then BAM, you've lulled us into a false sense of security and I discover you sitting in the wreckage of something I care about. >:(
I opened my study door this morning and found April sitting outside it with a piece of yarn in her mouth. My train of thought went something like this:
"Uh-oh. That's yarn."
"That's my yarn."
"...that's my nice sock yarn that I'm using to knit a kind of complicated shawl thing that represents quite a lot of work for the amount of progress I've made so far damnit cat!!!"
I made sure she hadn't swallowed any first, because. Y'know. Cat owner. Required to be calm and make sure the beastie hasn't harmed herself before getting mad. And then I tracked the trail of massacred yarn bits around the house, leading from the disembowelled project bag in the lounge room (shawl in progress seems fine; very nice circular needle has been fanged just enough that I probably can't fix it), along the hallway, around several corners (yarn chewed into bits that aren't quite big enough to save for anything), to under the bed in the main bedroom (remaining ball of yarn has been divided into three chunks and scrag-kicked hard enough to tangle it into an unsalvageable mess).
I told the hubby that he needs to dock her allowance to buy me replacement yarn. He pointed out that she doesn't get an allowance. I told him he needs to start, so that he can dock it to buy me replacement yarn. :P
ETA: Here, have a link to Ravelry so you can see the project! :P http://www.ravelry.com/projects/MelRedcap/haruni
I opened my study door this morning and found April sitting outside it with a piece of yarn in her mouth. My train of thought went something like this:
"Uh-oh. That's yarn."
"That's my yarn."
"...that's my nice sock yarn that I'm using to knit a kind of complicated shawl thing that represents quite a lot of work for the amount of progress I've made so far damnit cat!!!"
I made sure she hadn't swallowed any first, because. Y'know. Cat owner. Required to be calm and make sure the beastie hasn't harmed herself before getting mad. And then I tracked the trail of massacred yarn bits around the house, leading from the disembowelled project bag in the lounge room (shawl in progress seems fine; very nice circular needle has been fanged just enough that I probably can't fix it), along the hallway, around several corners (yarn chewed into bits that aren't quite big enough to save for anything), to under the bed in the main bedroom (remaining ball of yarn has been divided into three chunks and scrag-kicked hard enough to tangle it into an unsalvageable mess).
I told the hubby that he needs to dock her allowance to buy me replacement yarn. He pointed out that she doesn't get an allowance. I told him he needs to start, so that he can dock it to buy me replacement yarn. :P
ETA: Here, have a link to Ravelry so you can see the project! :P http://www.ravelry.com/projects/MelRedcap/haruni
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Date: 2013-11-01 11:44 pm (UTC)Only thing like that that has happened to me was when Sark was a kitten. He got into the yarn basket and made a bed. I forgot to put the top back on so it was entirely my fault. It took me hours to untangle it. At least it wasn't savaged into bits. So sorry this happened to you.
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Date: 2013-11-02 09:54 am (UTC)It sounds like Sark in the yarn basket would have looked adorable despite the tangle trauma. XD
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Date: 2013-11-02 02:00 pm (UTC)In a bag, in another bag and folded over? That's determination. Little devil.