Wednesday, October 19, 2005

yarn training


On Sunday, Fran was brought home from the shelter. She is a tiny thing, but so far well-behaved, if a little nervous. She knows where her litter tray is, likes her food, doesn't hiss or spit, bite or scratch (but that could just be because her claws are still little). She prefers under the bed to her fancy new basket and blanket (typical). She has played just a little, with paws coming out to snag the dancing feather. She has discovered that she can get up to the pillow on the windowsill - but only when it is dark and she thinks no-one is looking. And we have discovered that she has discovered purring.

But she is in training - yarn appreciation training, for cats. Because the best place in the world, once she realises that she is coming out from under the bed, is down a sweater sleeve, and preferably one already occupied. And yes, it is very cute, but me, I'm thinking ahead, to when she is older and bigger and braver, and possibly showing too much interest in dangling threads. So, although there is a range of sweater sleeves around, in a range of fibres, I am trying to encourage Fran in her liking for Acrylic sleeves, in Acrylic jumpers. Acrylic will be safe, cosy, welcoming. Acrylic will be fun, happy, and will not cause apoplexy in cat looker-afterers. Fran will not want to play with any kind of wool, mohair, angora, alpaca, or cashmere (and not that I have a stash filled with such exotic fibres, but I can dream). Fran will encourage me in my desire to be a yarn snob, because Fran will not want to play with anything other than Acrylic. (Acrylic is starting to look just a little strange - go on, you type it out five times, and see if it looks right to you. See, it doesn't happen with lambswool et al.)

What do you think of my chances?

In other news, the raglan is so close. To being finished, and to being perhaps just a touch too close-fitting (hoping that washing brings a little relaxation, as irritatingly, friend was, still is, and always will be skinny, so I can't blame them for having changed shape). Perhaps tomorrow, there might just be a photo or two of not-cats. But remember, cats down sleeves makes for a very slow knitter.