I Will Save You

So I’ve mentioned before that we have two wee kittens.  They’re not actually so wee anymore (Barry here is closing in on 15 pounds) but we still insist on calling them kittens.  Now I have long suspected that Barry is the most knitterly of the two fellows.  He’s the one playing with the spindle in that earlier post.  He’s also the one hopelessly smitten by his wool pet.  But now I’ve had it confirmed.  You see I have this giant sweater coat.  It’s like an over-sized cardigan.  It’s warm and soft, and I often throw it on over whatever I’m wearing if I’m a bit chilly.  It’s definitely not an example of fine knitting.  It was fifteen bucks on sale at Target, it’s mostly acrylic, and it’s getting a bit tatty, but it serves its function well.

Well it seems Barry hates acrylic.  We have a few blankets that are made at least partly of acrylic.  Barry has a habit of dragging them off the chairs, through the house, down the stairs, and into the basement laundry pile.  I’ve seen him do it, but have no idea why.  Well the other day, as I was sitting at the computer wearing my sweater coat, Barry hopped up on the desk to visit.  He instantly decided my coat also belonged in the acrylic graveyard in the basement alongside the blankets.  He carefully grabbed my sleeve (not biting me at all) and tugged and tugged and tugged.  This went on for a good five minutes (long enough for me to grab my camera and get a picture).  He was quite insistent.  He really wanted to protect me from the dreaded acrylic.  Some time (when it’s a bit warmer) I may have to just let him have it and see how far he manages to drag it.