Your Worst Knitmare
Lurking in the shadows is a menace that knows no bounds. Its destructive capabilities are both mystifying and horrific. Equipped with eyes that observe the night when you are most vulnerable, razor sharp teeth in relentless pursuit of another victim, and a dark mind bent on mutilation, there is no reasoning with this beast. Take precautions. Stand steadfast in its wake. Prepare for ruination. Nothing you do will stop it or make its grisly vocation any less devastating. What is this ghastly creature called?
You heard me. Dot. That adorable white cat from such posts as "Book Binge" and "Long-ass Post" is also a destructive, fiber-eating monster! She has yet to get her choppers on any of my knitting, but it is a constant and debilitating fear.
Here is some of her handiwork. She has redesigned the hood on my favorite hoodie, widened the top band one of my favorite socks, and after careful consideration, decided that my shoes looked better without the little loopy thing on the back.
This morning, the Hub modeled his restructured bathrobe for us.
This is her finest work to date. See Santa? Isn't he cute? One year we put him out for Christmas. He really cheered the place up, until . . . (click photo to see the gory aftermath)
Please note Santa's rather conspicuous lack of arms. Do you know where those arms are? Over the past year or so, bit by bit, I've been scooping them out of the litter box. That's right, they were EATEN! If I had a decent camera I could show you that Santa also lacks ears. If you look closely, you can see that the very edge of his hat and coat are also meticulously nibbled.
I've talked to the vet and done extensive research online to learn more about this fiber habit. Turns out it's common in Siamese cats and it's referred to as "wool sucking" or "wool chewing". It appears the intent is not to destroy anything but rather to ease some compulsive need to suck. Yeah, she sucks, alright. Unfortunately, there isn't much you can do to curb it. You can try to reprimand them when you catch them doing it, but we rarely see her in action. One site reported that it could be treated by removing the molars! But pretty much everything I've read starts off with ridiculous ideas about putting hot sauce on stuff to deter it (yes, I would love to cover everything in my house in Tobasco!) and ends the article by saying that meds are probably the best way to deal with it. So basicaly, our dear Dot has a touch of the OCD. It worries me that she's ingesting material, but as long as she's getting rid of it, the vet says she should be ok. What really worries me is that one day she'll get into my or knitting bag or stash bin and have herself a buffet! I just picture her wearing a lobster bib and winding yarn around a fork like spaghetti.
In the end, we just try to keep stuff off the floor (it's not easy for either of us, my husband and I are not exactly neat freaks). I think my mother actually likes that the cat has this behvior because it gives her the chance to say "Well, if you picked up after yourselves . . ." and trails off with a smug look that only a mother can pull off.
In knitting news, the Manly sweater is coming along smashingly! Another inch or so and I can start doing the shaping for the arms! In the photo, it looks like I've added a spiffy pocket, but that's the swatch I did. I wanted to show how different it looks from the WIP. For some reason, I'm amazed at what a little washing and blocking can do.
Since I've been working mainly on the sweater, the poor neglected Hallowig has been pushed to the bottom of the knitting bag. I'll have it done soon, I promise!