It seems that many quilters have cats. So many, in fact, it seems to be almost a requirement to have one. Or more. And I am no exception.
Meet Presley. He's a 3 year old sort of Main Coon cat who is beloved by everyone in my family. Except me. Now don't get me wrong--cats are fine. I've known some wonderful cats over the years. I just love my dogs a whole lot more. Naturally, Presley senses this. So he spends most of his time with me. Under my feet at the ironing board (and yes, he loves to chew on my flip flops).
Wherever I look, there he is--in all his attitudinal glory.
If I get up from my sewing chair for even a MOMENT...
And of course, the minute some fabric is laid out on the table--there he is. Even one half square triangle will attract his attention and he will sit down on the precise geographic center of it. The more fabric he has to choose from the better, of course. And a QUILT TOP is the best. Better still would be a WHITE quilt top, because that shows his magnificent shedding hair to its best advantage.
But hey, I never have to quilt alone.