It has come to my attention that in order to be a knitter, a blogger, and/or both, I must own a cat. There are many sites that confirm this theory, see Yarn Harlot or Wendy Knits! on the sidebar for some proof. Luckily, as it happens, I do own a cat. Phew! For a minute there I thought I’d have to give up knitting, blogging, and/or both!

World, meet Sam:

NOTE: for those of you unfamiliar with cats, Sam is the white furry animal in the picture.

Sam is 4, thoroughly spoiled, and believes himself to be a dog. I haven’t actually had a conversation with him in which he said “I think I’m a dog”, nor has he signed up for any trans-gender support groups, but based on his actions lately, I’m infering. (How many cats do you know who play fetch? And for those of you raising your hands, running after a toy then losing interest and sniffing disdainfully isn’t considered playing fetch. That’s being a cat. Sam actually runs after the stick and brings it back, drops it at my feet and meows as if to say “more”. That’s playing fetch.)

Now, since this is a knitting blog, it is very lucky for me that Sam tends to turn up when I’m knitting. It is also lucky for me that I usually have my Palm on me at the time so I can take pictures that probably only I find entertaining.

World, meet Sam and knitting:

Just thought I’d share!