feline dictators benign rulers of this abode see it as a truth apparent to all, that, in exchange for their daily tribute of kibble, it behooves them to make sure that nothing of a textile-in-progress nature should be allowed the slightest possibility of escape.
To this end, Suki designated herself the sitter-upon-er of the pieced quilt borders that I was attempting to attach to their designated quilt
Sumi, not to be outdone by this display of feline virtue, sat my freshly washed black linen into submission
and MissC – clearly in competition with the other two – demonstrated that her role was to prevent any escape attempts by the rest of the quilt
although she did take over linen squashing duties briefly while Sumi was otherwise occupied with secret cat business
At about this point, I realised that it was almost time to drive into town for a couple of hours of chai / crochet / chat at The Dove with Marcie, and to forestall anything untoward happening while I was gone, the remaining borders were pinned to the design wall and the quilt folded safely on a shelf, while I quickly updated my FB status with the latest feline activities. This probably took all of
five two minutes
Bear must’ve been feeling a bit left out: