Evil, naughty, nasty Zoot! Or in this case, Saru-chan.
Saru-chan since Saturday morning has:
- gotten into my closed backpack once, pulling out two skeins and requiring that I restart a project because of dropped stitches (Saturday was a very tear-jerking day for me in that regard);
- found a bag I forgot to put away last night, pulling out two socks and shredding apart the skein I needed for the last afterthought heel;
- got into the bag (which I believe was in my backpack before I put the luggage locks on) and pulled out the sockpal-sock and dragged it around the condo for a bit.
- got into a bag that was in a place I used to think inaccessible and dragged my latest project for Dulaan around the condo, pulling out entire loops of knitting (required also a complete restart).
That is five skeins since Saturday morning. I now have luggage locks for my backpack (which makes me hate using my backpack). I am not truly the cat person at home. Cat person is my husband (I would rather have a dog even though they tend to be on the destructive side as well). I have spent most of the last four days either trying to be away from Saru-chan, crying and tearing my hair out, or wondering how I was going to finish the Sockapal000za socks with the cat finding and dragging my work hither and yon.
I restarted this morning. Over the knees socks from Holiday Handknits. I am possibly going to embellish the lace column in the back with beads (and I am doing the knitting with Merino 4ply). I always remember when I make socks how much I love this yarn.