While the Mice are Away…
We went to a movie tonight. Fortunately, Jaws kept herself entertained during our absence.
I’d like to point out that I had put this yarn away. I mean, I didn’t freeze it in carbonite, but out of sight out of mind, right? Well… see for yourself.
We begin our tour at the coffee table. It’s a storage coffee table. Unfortunately, I thought it was secure. It was not secure. In a former life, this was a skein of really nice Cascade Yarn Co. “Indulge” in a pretty green. It was a lovely mix of 70% alpaca, 30% angora. Now, it’s a mess.
Slightly to the left of the coffee table, we find our first satellite of yarn. Over the carpet and through the wheels. We’re not going to Grandmother’s house though. We’re going to a place where, after four hours of impotent untangling, we’ll use the bezoar of yarn to dry our bitter tears.
After decorating the Casa Cianci headquarters of industry (it’s not all porn. Ed actually does write code at that desk) we move on to the Kitty National Monument. You see a tourist in the background, assessing the success of the mission. That’s Indiana - the one still in the will. She doesn’t do stuff like this. Let’s be realistic, most of the time, you throw her a toy and she drags herself towards it without actually getting up and walking. She doesn’t have the ambition for a caper of this scope.
Next it’s off to restaurant row, a place where all of your champagne dreams and caviar wishes go to die. If you want hot dogs or $50-a-bag veterinary-supplied kibble, we’ve got you covered. Notice that the yarn here is not simply strewn about; the yarn is actually wrapped around the legs of not one but TWO chairs. It’s almost as if the artist were trying to convey something. Perhaps a commentary on the dichotomy between the table that unites us spiritually and condemns us physically to awkward conversation and plate-scratching noises. It could also be she just likes hucking herself over the chair leg supports.
From here we remain in the kitchen, but move on to highlighting the inviting space of the open-concept kitchen. Having done this, we continue on…
We end the tour back at the bound chair rails, evocative of the continual return to the communal table, regardless of the strictures and conventional obstacles this setting engenders. Maybe we were just going for the water dish (slightly out of frame at the top). Both cats enjoy a rousing game of “Put Useless Things in Water.” I made them a knitted catnip ball not too long ago. Five minutes, and into the dunk tank it went. First and last knitted cat toy of their extremely overprivileged lives.
It is of interest that, while typing this, we heard a large clack that turned out to be Jaws once again venturing into the coffee table storage.
It never ends.
