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Haggis prefers handsewing, thank you
Mar. 7th, 2013 12:48 pmEarlier this week I laid out a pattern to cut out fabric, and found myself getting helped by Haggis.
First she had to ensure that any pencils under the fabric were removed, right now - it couldn't wait!
Then she had to keep checking under the fabric, to make sure no new pencils had snuck in while she'd been chasing the first one. This involved some serious pouncing and sliding up under the fabric, to make sure it wasn't hiding anything. If you've ever been helped by a cat, you know what I mean.
Then any stray threads - like on the fabric edge - had to be taken care of, as well as any loose ones on the floor.
Much more help like that and she'll be evicted from the living room...
Haggis hardly stirred when we ran the vacuum cleaner - she didn't enjoy it, but wasn't disturbed by it, and only grudgingly left her spot when we vacuumed the living room. But with the sewing machine!
Yesterday, I hauled out the sewing machine to assemble the first draft of hose for Robert, and you'd think I'd cracked open the Haggis Torment Device.
As I started it, she woke up, and started stalking the foot pedal - but very nervously, not happily the way she stalks strings and pencils. Everytime I stepped on it she jumped as if it had lashed out at her.
She eventually retired to the sofa, but as I kept running the machine on and off, she couldn't rest - kept rousing to watch the pedal, to see what fresh threats it might contain, and then watching the thread bobbin spinning on the top of the machine.
It was clearly Not a Friendly Device, but I've no idea why - I've never seen a cat react this way to a sewing machine.
Threads in general, though, are most welcome - little snips of thread that drift about in the air and collect dust - they're the bomb to chase around our uncarpeted floors. Tiny toys (needles, pins) are a hit, which is a bit worrying.
At bedtime, Haggis was still Out, so Robert went to call her In.
She replied she was busy in the schoolyard exploring, and while she wanted to come in, she wasn't sure how - all the handy holes in the fence have been thoughtlessly mended, and she'd clearly forgotten how to get back.
She eventually had to climb the metal grid fence like a ladder, which left her perched on the top of the fence, about a 12-foot drop from the ground, which was not acceptable to her.
Robert had to coax her round to a lower fence a couple of doors down. After that she accepted a scooping, and conceded to wipe her paws and dry her coat on my duvet, and tell me about it all.
First she had to ensure that any pencils under the fabric were removed, right now - it couldn't wait!
Then she had to keep checking under the fabric, to make sure no new pencils had snuck in while she'd been chasing the first one. This involved some serious pouncing and sliding up under the fabric, to make sure it wasn't hiding anything. If you've ever been helped by a cat, you know what I mean.
Then any stray threads - like on the fabric edge - had to be taken care of, as well as any loose ones on the floor.
Much more help like that and she'll be evicted from the living room...
Haggis hardly stirred when we ran the vacuum cleaner - she didn't enjoy it, but wasn't disturbed by it, and only grudgingly left her spot when we vacuumed the living room. But with the sewing machine!
Yesterday, I hauled out the sewing machine to assemble the first draft of hose for Robert, and you'd think I'd cracked open the Haggis Torment Device.
As I started it, she woke up, and started stalking the foot pedal - but very nervously, not happily the way she stalks strings and pencils. Everytime I stepped on it she jumped as if it had lashed out at her.
She eventually retired to the sofa, but as I kept running the machine on and off, she couldn't rest - kept rousing to watch the pedal, to see what fresh threats it might contain, and then watching the thread bobbin spinning on the top of the machine.
It was clearly Not a Friendly Device, but I've no idea why - I've never seen a cat react this way to a sewing machine.
Threads in general, though, are most welcome - little snips of thread that drift about in the air and collect dust - they're the bomb to chase around our uncarpeted floors. Tiny toys (needles, pins) are a hit, which is a bit worrying.
At bedtime, Haggis was still Out, so Robert went to call her In.
She replied she was busy in the schoolyard exploring, and while she wanted to come in, she wasn't sure how - all the handy holes in the fence have been thoughtlessly mended, and she'd clearly forgotten how to get back.
She eventually had to climb the metal grid fence like a ladder, which left her perched on the top of the fence, about a 12-foot drop from the ground, which was not acceptable to her.
Robert had to coax her round to a lower fence a couple of doors down. After that she accepted a scooping, and conceded to wipe her paws and dry her coat on my duvet, and tell me about it all.
