There is a plastic bag of roving on the floor near my spinning wheel.
Between one cat's obsession with wool (I'm looking at you, Pye) and the other's commitment to chewing holes in every plastic bag in my house (that would be Cosmo, of course), I've had to chase cats away from the damn bag every 10 minutes since I got up 2 hours ago.
I should just go spin the rest of it, and solve the problem.
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