H and her girlfriend have a cat. Meet Annie. She’s very shy but so sweet. Here she is laying on a rug my mother made*.
Myles suspects there is a new critter somewhere because he smells her on us. He has no idea that she is allowed on the braided rugs that he is forced to avoid. Let’s not tell him, for now anyway.
*My mother dabbled in many crafts. Braiding rugs was short lived I’m sad to say. She did a couple of seat pads and possibly just the one small rug. H has the rug and I the chair pads. H and I split the cross stitch projects. H has the embroidered clock and pillows. We split the crocheted/knit afghans. H got the braiding tools. I’m hoping one day she’ll give it a try.