For the past two weeks, my parents have been in Florida for their very much deserved, annual 'kick back and do nothing but read the paper, go on walks and knit socks' trip. While they were away, I had the absolute pleasure of looking after their little monster, Harvey.
He's bad, but the kind of bad that is absolutely impossible to stay mad at. (What beast of a person is really able to stay mad at a CAT for crying out loud!?!?!?)
Le sigh... (I'm such a sucker for a cat face)
As a 'Thank You!' for taking care of their four legged friend, look at what my Dad picked up for me. (Dad? You were cruising the knitting book section of Barnes and Noble?!?!?!)
If I didn't know my Dad so well... I might actually think that he wanted the cat back.
Knowing that having a cat in the first place wasn't exactly his idea, I suspect that he is actually hoping that I will whip up a cat for my mom in the hopes she won't notice that Harvey has come back to her much smaller, and much less... animated.
Well... whomever gets the real-deal in the end, the one left alone will surely need this little well behaved guy to keep them company. (Is talking to a real cat really any less crazy than talking to a knitted cat?)
This should do the trick while the other one is mourning the loss of this fuzzy belly.