I woke up Monday morning to this:


I'm pretty sure this one is the culprit.

After my husband pointed out the yarn farm to me, and left for work, I went back to sleep... until I noticed she'd also hidden one under the sheets. I still can't believe she carried every single one of them from the living room, up the stairs, and next to the bed.

I should have been mad, given that it was all nice, expensive one of a kind handspun yarn, but it was too funny... and she's just too sweet. (and none of it was damaged.)

2 comments:
Love!
Hee! Your cats don't even look like they *could* feel guilty about this!
I'm glad to have run into your blog (via Arte's LJ) and see that things seem to be going well for you.
~ Sandi
ps - I'm still in Seattle, still driving a '71 Bug, and my little boy is now almost 10 years old.
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