Fearing that Angus' love for yarn was perhaps due to boredom, last night, chez Socknitters, we embarked on an intensive evening of Entertaining Angus.
In between making dinner (Cajun shrimp on corncakes, arugula salad) and packing boxes for The Big Move, we threw crumpled balls of paper for Angus to play hallway hockey with.
We flung the cat tassel around for Angus and Mab and Spoot to jump at.
We got out the laser pointer.
We scratched his ears.
We put catnip on the cat tree for everyone.
The Fool cleaned the litterboxes.
The Fool took Spoot for a walk (not technically entertaining Angus, but we thought we'd spread the love.)
I tried not to shriek too loudly when Angus mugged my ankles.
This morning, while I was packing my bag for the day, I discovered Angus had taken my half-knit Flower Basket Shawl and stuffed most of it under the couch.
Do you know how much scuzz gets stuck to mohair? A whole lot.