So I thought that maybe she would have grown out of the ‘wool stealing’ phase when she grew from a kitten to a cat. WRONG!
I am an avid knitter and crocheter and generally have wool all over the place. My older cat who is over five has never, even as a kitten, paid much interest in my wool stash. She would get up beside me an be fascinated by the needles working and the strand of wool moving but that was it. My youngest cat who is now around two is a total wool addict ( like me) and wool stalker and has been since she entered our house!
I have a granny square style blanket on the go that I am making out of all my wool scraps, and I keep all the wool and the squares in a carry box and I now cover it with a towel to help stop her temptation…………………………………………………this however is all in vain.
Quite often I will come in from somewhere and see imediately that she has taken 2 or 3 balls all the way upstairs ( 2 flights) and the wool strands are all up the stairs and landing as proof. This week however, she really upped her game and my husband thought it was so funny he left it for me to see…………
But that wasn’t all Oh no, she had a field day with the rest………
They had all been intertwined amongst each other and took ages to unravel and then roll up again, she even had the audacity to try and attack the wool strands as I was winding them up.
This is exactly what she ended up taking from the box………..
Then she has the cheek to sit here, in her spot, looking the picture of innocence!
Yes we are one of those people who attracts all the nutters in life, don’t ask me how but it happens.
The latest to our collection is a neighbour, who constantly tries to get in our garden, has an aversion to trainers and will attack on sight. Now this would be totally unpleasant if the neighbour was actually human but alas this one is a tortoise!
It has lived next door for the whole 17yrs we have been in our house and even went missing for a year or two before turning up out of nowhere when they were re landscaping their garden. However, this week his perseverance has gone through the roof as my husband has been working at replacing our fencing between their house and ours.
This particular tortoise will stop at nothing to get in the garden as this picture shows:
But that’s not all, once in he spends his time chasing you around the garden trying to headbutt ( yes headbutt!) your shoes……….. told you it was a complete nutter. So much so we had to video him the other day in action- take a look:
I do have a wool obsession and I totally admit to it- but this time I’m not talking about me!
I have 2 cats at the moment and had another before the youngest came but he unfortunately is no longer with us. My eldest cat Tilly, is 5yrs old and during that time I have always been a knitter, this means I have stashed wool everywhere, and I mean everywhere. However, not once has she bothered to even take it under her notice. Our second cat George when he was alive only bothered when I was actually trying to knit as the slight movement of the ball of wool would be too tempting.
Now our youngest cat, Minnie is a total minx. Not only does she love a ball of wool but she can sniff them out at a hundred paces and can find them and take them for a walk wherever I try to hide them and believe me I really do have to hide them now.
Do not be fooled by the lazy appearance, she had just worn herself out while I had been out. I came back to find this…..
Not just the one ball of wool, normally the red one that she finds tucked away under a desk in my bedroom ( that one is like a little surrogate baby to her), Oh no she went to town and decided to get through a plastic bag full of wool that I have been using to make a crocheted blanket with…….
It can be such a pain in the arse at times especially when you are using the wool to make something for someone, but equally it is a bit cute when she sneaks downstairs with a ball of wool in her gob with the strand of wool leading all the way up two flights of stairs!! We have tried letting her have the red ball to play with but she is never satisfied with that and I can find chomped balls of wool downstairs, up on the landing, in the boys rooms, and up a second set of stairs in my room. I need something cat proof……………………… like a whole separate house for my wool stash to be safe ( not sure the hubby would agree to that one though). I suppose it could be worse, she could bring me presents of another kind, like dead things and that would NOT be good.