Cap'n Pine Cone! Cap'n Pine Cone!I just thought I would let you know I have been practicing my pilfering skills. Meowmy has been sewing the last few days and I have been stealing her sewing stuff off the table and taking it and playing with it on the tile floor. So far I have stolen a pair of tweezers, a pair of scissors - just small ones, lots of pieces of fabric and I keep trying to steal her pins, but she keeps bopping me on the head when I try to take one. I actually got one tonight and would you believe she took it away from me and bopped me on the head again!?!?!?! Why does she have pins that are so brightly colored if I can't play with them. Now that she knows I want them, she has been locking them up when she isn't around so I can't steal them and leave them laying around the apartment. I left two laying around on the floor today for her and she got upset and cussed about stepping on one or something. She didn't use very nice words.
George the Kitten.
Click here if you would like to read Pine Cone's reply to George.Human note: I have been making some new clothes and have determined that I only thought Tony was a lot of help in sewing. George is infinitely more help than Tony ever thought of being. Every time I turn around, something is missing or he is playing with the loose threads or trying to steal pins - I use the kind with big bright colored balls on the ends. He tries to grab them with his teeth off the magnet holder. He gets resoundingly bopped every time he tries that trick and he always gives me a look of bewilderment. Can't figure out why in the world I don't want him to play with something that looks so darn cool. His conclusion is usually that I must want to play, so he grabs my hand and starts batting at it. End result - the pins are now watched like a hawk and put away when I leave the room. I found several in different places in the apartment and I don't care to step on more than one, thankyouverymuch. I also have started being much neater about my cut off threads as he seems to like those a bit too much for my own comfort level too. The last thing I need is a cat with threads in his intestines causing trouble.
Mind you, Tony did his share of helping. I pinned a pattern
piece to the fabric and left the room to do something else.
By the time I got back, the pattern piece required lots of
tape and had to be repinned. But Tony settles down after
the cutting out of the pieces and the tissue paper is no
longer being played with. George just thinks it is the
perfect place to see attention. If I'm not in there, he
generally doesn't play with the thread or get on the sewing
table or drag pieces of fabric around or pilfer the tweezers
out of the room. But let me sit down to sew and he has a
paw in *everything*. Tony just lays behind the sewing
machine and lets the fabric wash over him. Needless to say,
my new clothes aren't even quite finished yet and the
already need to be washed. 
Copyright © Bridget Baker
July 9, 2002
