dammit cat. THAT ISN’T YOUR YARN.
get off of me cat! how can i knit nerdy things with you on my lap!
get out of there cat. that is my yarn bag, not your bed!
no kitten, you can’t help me with my knitting.
get out of there cat. you don’t even know how to crochet.
sorry, cat, i can’t put off knitting to pet you.
i see that despite wearing a fur coat (and having no thumbs), you have decided you need to knit a sweater. let me know how that goes.
i don’t need more black yarn.
dammit, cat! so this is what you were threatening at six am if i did not get up and pat you right meow…
that is mine cat. you have your own toys. this yarn has clearly been put together to make something, not left laying around for you.
get off of there cat. i have a scarf to finish.
yes cat, i can see that you fit perfectly in the stool cover i’m crocheting. but you know what else fits perfectly in it? the stool i’m making it for.
get out of there cat. if you insist on being in one of my yarn boxes could you at least get in the box with the brown, black, and white yarn? yes you are colorful, but you are not rainbow colorful.