I set my cat to wake me up at 7am this past Saturday and he went off at 5:30am… I think he’s broken. Today he deleted everything I was writing… okay, maybe just the blog that I was writing. Since I was fairly deep into my thoughts at that point and it has been erased I’ll assume that he wanted at least one blog as an ode to him. He likes to give me subtle hints like that when he wants something. I’d like everyone to meet Oliver, my alarm clock, nuisance, conscience, pal, and pest.
Oliver is not type of cat to play with string, he’s way too sophisticated for that. A full bobbin or two batted around the house is more his style just to let you know that he’s the true quilter. When you’re good to him and give his treats on time, he’ll console himself with an empty spool or two though just to prove he’s still a cat and not the devil’s imp.
He’s the one that checks over my work and either gives me a congratulatory meow, or walks over my creation (his way of telling me that it needs to be redone). When I’ve done really well Oliver curls up on top of the quilt and claims it for himself.
If I’m walking back and forth from sewing machine to ironing board, he positions himself directly in the middle of the two to ensure that I receive extra exercise. Of course setting the quilt top out wouldn’t be complete unless just before he jumped on the bed and got under the quilt to be in the way to inspect the underside.
Honestly, Oliver has become so good at quilting and instructing me how to quilt properly that I’ve entered him into a contest. http://www.catswhoquilt.com/ I could not resist as this is so funny because it’s so true.
Do you have any funny stories about your quilting cat?