WHY DO KNITTERS HAVE ALL THESE CONTAINERS?

I came into the household as a birthday gift from my owner’s son.  His name is Ben.  My owner had recently lost another cat to cancer and was very sad.  Ben wanted to make my owner happy so they went to a pet store in our town.  This particular pet store is where their other cat’s had been purchased and was very nice.  I remember meeting Ben.  I had just arrived at the pet store, and I was only eight weeks old.  They had given me a yucky flea bath, and I was wet and cold and very afraid.  Ben held me close on his chest as I shook and made me very happy.  We did have a little problem with determining if I was a little boy or a little girl since I was so tiny, but they assured them that I was a little girl.  Everyone was happy, and they took me home.  They named me Bonnie Blue since my mom absolutely loves the movie, Gone with the Wind.  She already has Miss Scarlett in the house, and since I had the Siamese blue eyes it was the perfect name.  All was fine until I went to the vet for my first check up.  Some guy was poking me and poking me and then said I was not a “she” but a “he”.  The name Rhett Butler just didn’t stick, and Ben loved The Lion King movie so that is how I became Simba and entered the household. 

As I grew up I began to explore.  I would see these bags come home filled with yarn and then disappear.  One day I was in the closet exploring, and there were these Rubbermaid containers stacked up in the closet.  Soon I was able to jump on top of them.  She had them stacked real high. 

Shadow filled me in on what was inside.  My owner also had these decorative trunks in her living room.  The trunks I could peak inside of and I saw yarn!  Then she had more containers stacked high in her bedroom with what she said were her special “sock yarn containers”.  So now I knew where all those bags went that she bought home from the store that just disappeared.  We have one big problem now.  Some of her “sock containers” are overflowing, and she can’t close them properly.  I almost hurt myself jumping on top of them.  Either she needs to use this yarn soon or get another container so I can jump higher onto the bed.  Can someone please talk to her? 

Until Next Time . . . Simba