Fluffy cat buried herself in my knitting bag for no apparent reason. Climbs out and starts running all over the house. She has needles that are still on a WIP stuck in her fur. I dive to tackle her before she goes any further. I miss. She keeps going. Other cat leaps on WIP as it goes past. Pulls it off the needles. It is a dark, very fine yarn, the worst kind to make a mistake with.
I retrieve needles from cats fur. Inspect WIP. Few rows ruined. I curse and yell at the heavens, before proceeding to retrieve ball of yarn that has unraveled all over the house. Spend an hour trying to get back on track with sock. Very difficult and unpleasant, and the language is very colourful.
I go back to start working on sock after taking a few days away to calm annoyance with WIP. Discover that yarn has been tangled to all hell. I have to untangle, wind around a chair, then rewind into a ball. I am not speaking to cats by this point.
I stop mid-winding around a chair, leave the room, leaving WIP on chair. I come back, monster cat has woken up, jumped up on chair, and taken WIP for a walk, un-winding the yarn from around the chair and knotting it up, and yanking half the stitches off the needles and dropping stitches a few rows down.
Of course, this would have to be my most expensive, precious possum yarn.
I have had a cup of tea to calm my farm, and the cats have been promptly evicted from the house. Dog is watching me from the corner with a look on her face... 'I'll just stay over here.' Happy place episode is playing in the background whilst I try and fix this mess.
Breathe, woman, breathe.
