I don't like to complain but ......

........ I really feel that I must!

Miaow Miaow Miaow everyone. Florence here! You all know just what great taste I have in yarn. And how I feel it my duty to test out knitting for cosiness and squishability at all times.

 

 

I have been known to 'look after' balls of wool for my Mum too, I keep them safe in my bed!

A long, long time ago, before we moved into our new house, Mum started knitting with possibly the softest yarn I have ever seen. It was just my colour too. I tried to show her just how much I loved it by stealing the balls of yarn! I was very excited about the idea of such a soft blankie. So I kept a beady eye on the progress of the knitting.

 

 

I was a bit confused as to why my blankie needed to be knit in separate pieces. I'd be happy with a simple square, honestly. It doesn't even need all that fancy cabling she's done (although it does look rather stylish!) Then we moved house and my blankie got packed away in a big box. I felt a bit sad.

 

As soon as we were settled, I made it my mission to find my blankie. I searched high and low, and finally I found it. I couldn't understand why Mum had left it in a bag by the side of the sofa rather than spread it out for me. Never mind, I soon made myself comfortable!

 

 

 

Oh bliss! To be snuggled into such soft mink and cashmere is something that most pussycats can only dream of!

 

Last weekend, my blankie got moved. Mum pinned it out on a big mat. I was thrilled to discover that I had not one, not two, not three but four blankies!! What a lucky girl I am. She even steamed them with this strange contraption that I think is called an iron (I don't often see it being used in this house haha!) So my blankies now have lovely straight edges. How kind, I thought!

 

 

Yesterday, Mum put my blanket on the dining table! How weird I thought. Perhaps this is where she wants me to sleep now. Happy to oblige, I hopped up and settled down.

 

 

But apparently Mum didn't want me to sleep on there and after a few words, I had to sit on her lap while she put pins in my blankie! Seriously NOT impressed here!

 

 

But I had to get back onto my blankie. Ignoring the perils of the pins (I'm very brave!), I took possession of my cosy handknit once again. This time I gave Mum one of my 'looks' and swished my tail vigorously to show her that I wasn't happy! I know it's rude, but sorry, but what else could I do?

 

 

I fear that I am not yet victorious in the Battle of the Blankie. I will be back with more news later. Miaow Miaow Miaow! xxx