This little girl:
got herself in trouble. She discovered that my big knitting bag:
sometimes has a little gap where the cover folds over the top. Sprocket, dainty little calico that she is, loves to go "fishing" in places like that.
First I found a skein Andean Silk for my Twist and Shout sprawled out on the floor with a few pieces chewed off. Hmm, I thought, there is a wool-eater in the house. I put that skein safely away.
Then, less than an hour later, I caught Sprocket red-handed fishing Twist and Shout itself out of the bag. All the damage it sustained was a couple of small snags and some stitches pulled off the needle, and the working yarn chewed through about a foot from the work itself. That was quickly repaired. The whole business went into a canvas tote bag and now hangs on the back of the bedroom door, out of reach of wool-eating kitties.
Obviously leaving wool blends in the bag was a bad idea. Then I began a project in cotton yarn. Surely cotton wouldn't be a target for a wool-eating cat.
Oh, but yes! Balls of cotton yarn are lovely toys! She fished out two. One I found in the living room, and one was trailing down the stairs.
That's it. No more storing projects of any kind in the big knitting bag.
And in other news, Belle, the Princess of Crabby, actually snuggled with our relative newcomer, one-eyed Odin. Now there's something worthy of marking on the calendar in indelible ink.
Belle really is a teeny girl, isn't she? The perfect lap size.