Leon and I have a cat (actually we have two, but this post is only about one of them). This is Tarragon:
He looks cute, right? He's a lovely cat. He follows us around the house, sleeps on the bed and is obsessed with yarn. Nearly as obsessed as I am.
When I brought home my train tracks scarf I knew that Tarragon was crushing on it. I would find it in odd places, like draped over the cat scratcher in the bedroom, and on the kitchen floor. Because of this I hung it on the very top of the hat stand. The third day after I got back I went to put it on and discovered this:
Now, luckily its near the end and I still have 100 grams of the yarn left, so repairing it will not be a major drama. But still!
And here's a photo of both cats. See why I forgive them anything?