This is what crocheting is like at my house. Except I have four of them. And they all want to sit on my lap while I'm busy. Small Cat is the worst offender. He lulls me into a false sense of security by forming himself into a Loaf of Kitty (you know when they pull all their legs and feet up under their bodies?) and purring and squinching his eyes closed and pretending to sleep. He's warm and happy and this makes me equally warm and happy and I'm working on my piece in peace when all of a sudden... SNAG! My yarn ends up in Small Cat's mouth or wrapped around his paws or something equally irritating and cute. So I have to stop and untangle the yarn from Small Cat (or more often than not, the other way around) and gently remind him not to eat the yarn and he goes back to Loaf of Kitty and purring and warmth and I forget for a moment or twelve that he'll more than likely attack the yarn again.
Sigh.
But I couldn't imagine life without them.
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