Today, when I got home, my cat, Willie Aames (he's a hairless, because COME ON) was playing with a ball of yarn. Not to out myself as a knitter or anything, but there are some fibers that you have special order for your tailor, and this was primo stuff. I've never known a cat to engage in hijinks before, so I was curious. As curious, in fact, as some sort of naturally curious animal.
Since Willie Aames seemed to have a propensity for fabric, I gave him one of my old sport jackets to play with while I inspected this yarn. I don't know what he saw in it, but man, I played with that ball for hours.
Until Later.
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