Why I’m selling Hunter to the Gypsies.

Once upon a time there was a very cute cat named Hunter.


Hunter, looking sweet and innocent.

One day, Monica was visiting from far off land.   She had just completed her Perfect Pie Shawl from Weekend Knitting: 50 Unique Projects and Ideas, and asked her good friend Gail to please, pretty please, block it for her.


Gail, Monica, Barb and Isis at Fringe a few weeks back.  Which was another event Gail failed to blog about.

Gail happily agreed, and carefully carried the lovely shawl home, where she carefully blocked it on towels on the living room floor.  It was lovely.  She happily wandered off, having covered the shawl with towels, thinking it would be safe until dry.  Let’s not go into what “happily wandering off” entailed.  :)

Hours later, she returned, and was greeted with a god awful sight.   Some EVIL cat (HUNTER) had managed to attack the shawl, rolling around in it, and tearing holes in it.  After gasping, Gail straightened out the shawl.  At first glance, the damage did not seem so severe.


Yes, he was still stalking the shawl.

But on closer examination, it was pretty hopeless.


Yes, we were shocked.

Poor Gail had to rip half the shawl to get past all the holes.  The body of the shawl was knit in Kidsilk Haze, which is next to impossible to rip.

Nice Monica would not let Gail reknit it, and took the ribbed shawl away, where she will work her magic and make it like new.

So, does anyone want a Kidsilk Haze appreciating Evil Hunter Cat?

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11 Responses to “Why I’m selling Hunter to the Gypsies.”

  1. monica Says:

    Hunter is a KSH whore! Thanks again very much for ripping back the shawl for me to re-knit. I’ve got a handle on the pattern now so I’ll be done in no time.

  2. Jenneke Says:

    Oh dear, I hate it when cat happens. I have one cat that really likes to play with my knitted stuff and one that just really likes to sit on it and dig claws in it. Good luck re-knitting…

  3. Janice in GA Says:

    Oh man, and the cat is still alive??? I recently had to scream at my poor old senile dog because he kept wanting to walk over the Creatures of the Reef shawl I was trying to block. I finally had to shut him up in the bedroom so I could block in peace.

  4. Dee Says:

    OMG! Hopefully he’ll grow out of his bad behavior. Poor M, I am so sorry to hear it but Monica is the fastest knitter I know. She’ll have a shawl again in no time flat.

  5. Laurel Says:

    Oh, Gail… I’m glad you were actually able to rip it. Bad Hunter!
    You have a very silly yarn-biting-wine-drinking-food-wanting cat.

  6. lynette Says:

    but the moral of the story is that they all lived happily ever after, right? i’m sorry about the shawl, but if anyone can reknit it in no time flat, it’s M!

    i had a GREAT time with you on saturday.

  7. erica Says:

    Oh my goodness, I think I’d be absolutely furious with said cat. That’s why I block anything large like that in my bedroom with a door that I can close, I know my cats too well. Anything on the floor or bed is automatically in their “toy” territory. I’m sure putting the towels over it made it even more enticing too because there i always something interesting underneath towels/blankets/anything lying on the floor.

    Thank goodness Monica loves you enough to still be your friend and not want to kill your cat. :)

  8. christine Says:

    Thanks for letting me know the ultimate outcome of said KSH shawl………..good pout@!

  9. lucia Says:

    Oh my, my, my!!!!! Cat’s do love goat but… oh my!

  10. Debby Says:

    Wow! You and Monica are still in good frames of mind, all things considered!! I adore my kitties but if one of them did that, they would be in time out for a good, long time…hopefully Hunter is looking appropriately shamed…(but he does have great taste).

  11. Angela Says:

    I have found that the cuter the cat, the badder the cat. (It’s true at my house, at least.) Fortunately, the entire downstairs is a cat-free zone (doors keep them at bay) so the knitting and things like sticks of butter softening on the kitchen counter go unmolested by their furry little selves.

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