Not a cat

Several days ago – I discovered the following mess on the living room floor.

not the way it came

yarn, the victim

This is not exactly how I pictured trying to use these particular yarns. They were in a bag, minding their own business when they were captured, tortured and given a shaking for good measure.

Ms Soprano then was privileged, as the responsible adult, to unsnarl the whole mess.

Gwen, the guilty party

who apparently has been know to act like a feline.

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6 Responses to Not a cat

  1. Isobel says:

    You’re right. They look just like something my cats would do.

  2. Carmen says:

    Clearly that is not a cat. Cats don’t give you innocent looks. They give you bored looks.

  3. Steve says:

    Phew…at least the responsible party had to fix it.
    With a face like that, there is no way Gwen could be responsible…

  4. Helen says:

    Feline or…flealine?

  5. Steven says:

    That last shot needs a caption. “Who, me? What did I do now?”

  6. Janet says:

    Such a sweetie…

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