Hermione is dreaming of learning to knit socks.
As best as I can tell, she believes that she can absorb the entire process through osmosis if she naps at the keyboard. I wonder if she’s going to insist on using the cashmere? She seems to be that kind of cat.
Hermione also helped me out today by playing art critic and helping me decide which collages needed hanging.
Harry (the dark blob in the lower left) was far too concerned with his immaculately groomed coat to be one whit concerned with new art going on the walls. He sort of reminds me of the other man I live with. (hi honey!)
The kittens were also more than willing to help out with reskeining some yarn that I dyed. I graciously declined their help.
It was a good day to be a cat in our house. But then, I suspect every day is a good day to be a cat in our house. In fact, in my next life, I believe I would like to be a large, happy, fat cat, who lives with a family a lot like ours where there are always important jobs for a cat to do.