I may give the impression that life here is all calm and tranquility, but I can assure you that it's not always the case. These are the remains of my cashmere wristwarmers, extracted from Walter's jaws on returning from a quick visit to my neighbour.
I was apoplectic with rage, and the air turned blue. Naughty Walter was ignored for several hours while I regained a sense of equilibrium. I realized too that I would have been even more annoyed and upset if he'd destroyed something I'd knitted myself, like my new scarf. And perhaps getting him to model my knitting for blog photos doesn't help either! I have enough cashmere remains to make a lavender sachet.... any other suggestions?
Before Walter came to live with me he was operated on to save his life because he'd eaten a pair of knickers and they'd got tangled up in his intestines. At least now he's elevated his tastes a notch or two.