If you were to happen by my couch today, I'd understand if you might question what you saw. In fact, you would probably be remiss if you did not say something, if only to be helpful. That's what friends do, isn't it?
When a friend sees something that they feel you, as a homeowner, might have overlooked, it behooves them to comment.
"Um...Sheepie? Were you not aware that an elephant stopped by to poop upon your sofa?"
Perfectly understandable thing to say. Of course, were you to step back a bit and run screaming for local law enforcement regarding the length of intestine that I'd left carelessly splayed upon the upholstery, I'd be less than pleased.
But, I'd understand...
I'd also handily walk away from any and all charges. This is not what it appears. It is, in fact, a scarf of very curly and whirly proportions. It is also not quite as hideous as it looks in the picture. If you happen to be a girl who likes the fluffy and the floofy, it is pretty nice. I am not one of the fluffy girls, but even I find it to be a rather soft and fun kind of scarf.
Not enough to toss it over my shoulder and head out for a night on the town, mind you. But I think my stylist will like it. I've knit one for her that is quite similar to this crocheted version and she gave it a thumbs up. This one is softer so I think it will get more wear. I'll just have to make sure that I don't arrange it so it looks like elephant poop when I give it to her...
Meanwhile, in other parts of the manse, the Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty was gleefully investigating the first of the Dollar Store Cat Caves. We are dispensing them carefully and one at a time, never knowing when the supply of caves will dry up. He seemed pleased and yet a little confused at the same time.
This new one has a feather rather than the pom pom he was used to. But he likes feathers a great deal so it was one of those things he got past pretty easily.
Where there is a feather, there is a need to conquer. I understand that. Feathers can be tricky and should be watched carefully at all times. Whenever possible, they must be captured. But that is kind of hard because feathers are insidious in their ability to remain tethered to Dollar Store Cat Caves. Sometimes they even hide within its folds.
The AGK cannot understand how his feather-catching skills could have failed so miserably.
At least it kept him occupied and out of the way. Had he gone after the scarf yarn one more time, I think we might have needed to have one of our famous "discussions." These generally involve my explaining my feelings about his eating my yarn and how I'd like for us to learn to share the this space equally. I may even suggest that we do one or two trust exercises to help us in this endeavor, maybe even draw some pictures of how we are feeling...
He doesn't understand that sort of relationship therapy. Mostly he eats a little more yarn, takes a swipe at my nose and makes off with my snack foods. It could be worse.
He could decide to poop on the couch like that elephant did.