Thankfully, the gray yarn I found strung across my office floor this morning turned out not to be attached to the Calligraphy cardigan. I actually haven’t been able to figure out where it came from.
When I asked Augie what he knew about the situation, he got a crazy look in his eye and screamed “Winter is coming!” at the top of his kitty lungs . . .
and then refused to engage in any further discussion of the incident.
I resorted to figs (part of the errand day bounty), tea, and Calligraphy on the porch.
Winter is coming. I’m going to need a sweater.