On the very rare occasion that I'm not sequestered in my craftroom (ie. when I am forced, kicking and screaming to leave and go to work), the door is shut tight to keep the resident felines from "playing" with all my crafty goodies.
When I AM in my craftroom (ie. the second I get home from the office), I am invariably accompanied / distracted / interrupted continuously by three felines intent on getting into trouble. (The dog simply joins us for a singular purpose; to see how often I can trip over her no matter where she decides to plant herself for a quick nap).
It can be the smallest of things that tantalize the cats, who impress me with their well-practiced tag-team approach; they each take turns at targetting scraps of expensive paper, strands of shiny ribbon, delicate fabric flowers, lengths of sticky tape...
The worst by far is Dakotah The Thief. She is champion at the game of Treasure Hunter - she wins when successful at scampering off with anything that peaks her interest on my desk. I am sure she believes her full name is "No Dakotah!" - the familiar epithet hollered as I chase her down the hallway until whatever prize firmly clasped in her mouth is dropped.
Yesterday she tried to steal a rubber band I had removed from my camera's USB cord. Luckily I was able to catch her in the act before she made her stealthy escape... so I soon found myself in yet another tug of war.
And no matter how this war ended, it was not going to be pretty.
Nope. Not. At. All.
Let's just say that the red welt on my fingers stung like the dickens.
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