The other night I was sewing in my craft room and Tonks came in to make sure I didn’t feel alone. Anybody with a cat will know how this went. I had been watching a documentary about arts and literature, and in my rage got writing. This was the result!
A night with Tonks
It’s Tuesday night and I’m here in my room
Trying to sew a small gift
And here she comes in (with a sly little grin)
“Aha! You can’t sew! I must sit!”
I change what I’m doing and pick up a pen
(As she sits on the small square of fabric)
“Oh no, I must eat it, you can’t write there!”
And she snacks on the ink like a maverick.
‘Right, no problem’, think I, as I move to the floor
Where I lay out the entire design
I put down my pieces and nearly complete it
It’s going well! It’s going to be fine!
But now she’s drinking water out of my glass
She really can’t be that thirsty?!
With a sigh I get up and chase her away
To the floor! My work’s getting dirty!
My scissors are abandoned, I can’t take a chance
Of her putting a paw into those.
I wanted to have a productive night crafting,
This isn’t the evening I chose.
With a cat in the room things are never the same
But shut her out and I’ll feel all the guilt
It’ll take twice as long, and need a good wash
But it’ll be ours, this small little quilt.
(Sewing a Quilt?!)
The quilt that I’m sewing has a subject that Tonks wouldn’t like anyway – you’ll understand when I show it to you! Even as I’m writing this she’s messing around with the fabric. My sewing time at night is definitely massively reduced by the cat. Gotta love her..?!
Anybody else’s cat do this?
Much love,
Corrie xx
