We had a guy over tonight to talk to us about the garage roof, which is in need of repair. So while he went on (and on) about cedar shakes and how they're cut from trees, and how they're installed properly, with what kind of nail, and what kind of underlay and, and, and ....
Angus, possibly fed up with this guy sitting at his dining table, talking to his people, grabbed his foot and started chewing on his ankle.
"Hey!" the roofing contractor said, "What are you doing there, little guy?"
Luckily, he has cats of his own, so he understood, as much as anyone understands Angus.
I turned a short row heel tonight, and, eeh. I may rip it out. The cuff of the sock is largely stockinette, and it seems baggy at the ankle, so I wonder if a heel flap would have been a better decision; if that would have pulled in the ankle a bit.
I'm going to sleep on that, unless anyone has a thought on the matter.