Milo continues his streak as a wee charmer. He’s cuddly as all get out, has an endearing “squeak” instead of a meow, and keeps us laughing with his playful antics. All around, a good cat. We’ll keep him.
He also (so far) is more interested in lounging in knitting bags than grabbing yarn with teeth and claws. I consider this a good thing.
Last night, he brought his cuddliness to a whole new level, though. As I sat knitting the edging on to my “Print o’ the Wave” stole, he decided to investigate.
No, he wasn’t biting yarn or cable of needle (at least not much, and he could be gently dissuaded from continuing when he did), but he did decide that Sea Silk was his nest of choice (I gotta hand it to the cat – he’s got good taste in yarn):
Soft paws working busily (he snagged not one stitch), he purred and delved until I was helpless with laughter:
At this rate, I’m NEVER going to finish the edging!