I went out of town this weekend to co-host a retirement party for a relative, and Remy the feline Destroyer of Homes clearly did not approve. I tucked all my knitting (except what I brought along, of course) neatly away before I left, but guess what I came home to?
That was an almost new ball of mohair blend and about half a sweater front. I don’t believe I have a word for what it was when I got home. Gentle sobbing probably about covers it. Remy, of course, was no where to be found.
Seriously, look at this! Did I mention it’s mohair? Did I mention that it’s the same mohair sweater I had to unravel another piece of last week? It’s really a testament to my ironclad self-control that we still have a (living) cat. It took me the better part of a hockey game to get the stupid yarn rewound, and there’s definitely a nasty chewed bit that I may wind up cutting out. I think this project will be spending another stretch in timeout.