No one knits alone

A while back my son Landon found a sickly slimy little cat hiding behind the ice machine at the local quickie mart. He is tender hearted and brought the little sod home.

Meet Fugly - ok his real name is Slinky but he got this lovely name from Mike - cause he is ugly and well... passes lots of gas.

He is now my evening knitting companion..there is something so enticing about a ball of yarn and a perfectly knitted sock..it is instinct, it is a throw back to when cats roamed the jungle looking for that perfect ball of string.

 

He is a huge help...