Everyone in our house has a favorite, cherished object that is their lovey (I'm including the Judge in this, because that man really cherishes his TV clicker in an unnatural way). But this is a new one. That would be Harry, my darling Maine Coon Cat, who discovered my stash of Selma Jubilee Sock Yarn, waiting to be wound into balls so I could take it along on spring break.
He doesn't usually get to break into my personal stash of yarn, but I left two skeins sitting on the dining room table in a bowl so I could wind them, and discovered sweet Harry, all curled up in a little kitty cat fetal position, snuggling with some Jubilee.
Sweet kitty! I'll have to knit him his very own little toy if I have any of this yarn left over.