When Joe the cat was little, he was a hellion. Destructo kitty #1. During his young life, he was notably responsible for breaking a Depression glass punchbowl (valued at $200 at the time of its demise) and destroying an entire freezer full of meats and frozen goods because he accidentally unplugged it. In July. And if you don’t know what rotting meat smells like when you discover it after the freezer has been out of commission for three days in high summer, consider yourself blessed. I will never forget that smell as long as I live.
Fortunately for Joe, we allowed him to live after these escapades and he outgrew his youthful antics. Or so I thought until Saturday, when I put down the sock I was knitting for a quick trip to the bathroom. When I returned, it was to this:
Click on the photo for notes, but the breakdown is as follows. The little fucker chewed through the yarn while I was taking a piss. Note that he kindly left me with about fourteen inches, a full eight of which was covered with slime which had obviously gone down his little kitty esophagus before being horked back up. Since I know how to do a Russian join and could fix this pretty easily, it was more of an inconvenience than anything else, but one little black cat in Brooklyn nearly lost his life this weekend. As it is, I cut off the slimed yarn, fixed it, and Joseph Thomas and I had a little Come to Jesus talk. I don’t think he’ll be touching yarn again.
So, last week I promised finished objects. Here they are (behind the cut):
