Horace sure is a big help around the house. I haven’t even finished Jeff’s sweater yet, and Horace is already performing quality control. I was really worried for a minute there, but I guess it’s going to be okay.
I think this is the only sweater that might actually shed on Horace, rather than the other way around. Whenever I knit on it, I end up with little black wool fibers sticking to everything.
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. :-(