The dogs have had their day and the cats are up in arms! We had the dogs on the blog to celebrate the shop's second birthday, and the cats were mightily offended. What would knitting be without cats? Who gathers up the balls of yarn (and spreads them out again)? Who wrangles the needles (and occasionally sharpens the ends by gnawing)? Who knows that the lost stitch markers are lurking behind the refrigerator (and how they got there)?
Zoe owned the spare bedroom before it somehow became the yarn larder.
"Hummmph" scoffs Marmu, "this is the thanks I get after all the cuddle time I've given up just so Karen can waste her evenings knitting!"
Sabrina, aka Bitey Cat, isn't troubled. She knows that revenge is a dish best served very, very cold.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
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