I think my kitten Boo Boo may have a problem. I'm hoping she has the strength to admit her weakness and change her ways, or she may find herself on the side of the road with a bindle hitching a ride to the next town.
I keep a bunch of my threads in plastic bags for later use (they're often grouped by color or type.) Two mornings ago, I was home and on the computer, and I heard a crinkling sound. I looked under the computer desk, and back in the corner sat Boo on top of a huge pile of bags of silks and over-dyed flosses. I guess during the night she had been carrying them from where I had them to her own hidey place. Of course I laughed and picked them all back up.
But now, we're having awkward encounters in the hallway. I'll be on my way to the kitchen, and she'll stop mid-stride to look at me, a plastic bag of floss hanging from her mouth like a dead mouse. After a good long look at each other, I sigh and retreat to the fridge for a piece of cake, and she skips away happy as can be with another bag of stash to add to her pile.
Hey, you can find a fan page for me now on Facebook -- if you're already a member of the Facebook community, just do a search for "Shakespeare's Peddler" to find my designs and commentary, and you can join up to become an "official fan." Happy stitching!