Middle of the night, I heard someone hacking up a hairball.

Once the sun came up, I could see that she hadn't done it on the dark green
couch, she aimed it at a piece of my needlework


When I was about 12 I came home to discover my beloved cat had torn a dew claw,
and curled up on my needlework (I did crewel back then) and bled all over it.

It would not come out, we had to toss it.

Maybe that's why I don't enjoy crewel anymore?

Caryn
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