I guess this is my kind of cap.
On a wool-related tangent, Horace has a definite thing for my knitted wool hat. Any time I leave it lying on my bed, he starts making kitty love to it, kneading and purring and generally going nuts over it. (This is okay except that he generally also ends up trampling my fluffy comforter in his ecstasy.) I’m not entirely surprised because Goldie also has a thing for wool, but I do find it rather amusing and perhaps disturbing. Maybe I’ll just give him the cap, because my mother said she’s having a nice new wool one sent to me. Yay Mom! I’ll just have to make sure I don’t leave it on the bus like the last hat I really liked. :-(
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