Yesterday I was beginning my day as usual. I gathered up my "on the roll crafts" so I can get caught up on things. I arrived at Brina's house and was promptly greeted by "FiFi" the cat. After kissing everyone goodbye , I get all settled in. I took out my crocheting items from my bag. This consisted of cheater glasses (to see my work, no comment anyone!) , scissors, crochet hook, dish towel (crocheting border) and a ball of variegated thread in the color of pink.
Being a cat, Fifi is very curious. She crawled up on my lap and gave me a hug (yes, she does hug). I see her stop and look down at my pretty pink ball of thread and think to myself "This is gonna be hard, she is going to want to play with it". Well, she made this really soft loving Meow, just a little short meow. To which I say OK,( look at her and the thread)..... BUT leave it alone. Fifi glances at me and looks at the ball and POUNCE. She grabbed the thread, I told her no and pulled away my piece of thread. Thinking that would be the end of things....... I could not have been so wrong.
Fifi jumped off my lap started running toward the front door. She stopped and sat down, turned around to look at me, I looked back at my work minding my own business thinking WOW maybe she is not going to bother me. WRONG AGAIN....... I didn't pay any attention to the subtle movements she was making and then........ OMG, here she comes....... in a full run toward the love seat.
MEEEOOWWW..... she grabbed my ball of thread and just as fast as she ran to get it.... she snagged my poor thread ball and took off RUNNING across the front room....... before I could do anything about it, I looked down and the thread jumped off the crochet hook( most likely from me jumping in surprise ) and now my row or I should say rows of work are unraveling like some cartoon sweater would have done off Sylvester the cat.
After gathering my wits about me, because it happened so fast, I sighed, got up from the love seat and started gathering up my treasured pink thread so I could put Sylvester back together again. On my way back to the couch the little cute furry hugger who greeted me so nicely had other ideas......... she followed me with what she now figured was her pink thread . About the time I got half way back to the love seat she wraps her front paws around my ankle and attempts to show me her displeasure by sinking her claws and her front teeth in my LEG! What the hell is going on........ OUCH!
I get back to the love seat and start crocheting again and now Alex is up. I guess I made enough noise to wake up the block. Only one other person I know can make that much noise in the morning (you know who you are). I put down my crocheting and greet Alex. In comes the Furry Tasmanian Devil...... Alex gets up to go play with some cars and the FTD crawls up on my lap..... Awwwww she is trying to make up. Alex looks at me while I am talking to the furry monster (nicely I might add, because I think she is making up) WRONG AGAIN....... She got that nice soft little mew...... awwwww....... then I think she is trying to get comfortable and she looks at my face and bites the Cheater Glasses right off my face and bit my cheek......... Alex now in hysterics laughing, Madi wakes up and is now down stairs asking "What's happening? " (Yet another TV show) I am cussing out the Mauler, the two cute little grandchildren are now telling me "Mimi that is not a nice word"........ Yes, I am aware of that!!!
No blood, no bleeding ankle...... well, I came out of that fiasco better than expected. WHEW! The Mauler disappears not to be seen the rest of the morning. I fed the kids, I FINISHED my project and two others while I was there. However I learned a lesson, my traveling projects with cute little thread balls may not go to Brina's house. I will, from now on, do like I do most of the time and curl up with a blankey and a cute cuddly cat next to me purring until the kids wake up and then let them curl up with me, watch cartoons, eat and leave.
My next project.......... Make the 211 Mauler her own thread ball!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Don't you just love cats. And you thought ferrets were a handfull.
Oh, I might have mentioned before (or maybe not)... I DID make FiFi a yarn ball of her own. It is hot pink. I haven't seen it in a while because when she plays with it she goes so crazy it usually gets lost behind the TV or under the couch. You do not mess with the Fifster's yarn ball. And if you do, she bites ankles. But I guess you know this now.
You are lucky. We usually huddle on the couch when she plays with it because she runs so fast without any regard for the humans she weaves through.
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