Babysitting my infant granddaughter today and brought my #knitting for her naps. As I turned around from attending to my granddaughter I saw that one of their cats had taken out the small ball of yarn I had hoped would not run out before I was finished with the rows I needed it for. Half of it was unraveled and she was gnawing on it. Tonight, as I’m using it, I keep coming to a shredded spot. The little dickens destroyed more than I thought.

I had cats my whole life. Why wasn’t I more careful?