Boots! He’s such a sweet cat. He’s unbelievably sweet. I look at him and he starts purring. He loves to be loved . . until he doesn’t.
He’s so soft and he loves to snuggle but . . he can be so aggravating.
Today when I was sewing, I know I picked him up and moved him at least 20 times. And he’s heavy! It’s like he just automatically knows the most inconvenient places he can sprawl out. I’ve spritzed him with water. I’ve sprayed canned air towards him. I think he’s winning our battle.
When I finished the doll mask yesterday, I brought the doll over to the sewing room, put the mask on her and stood her up in the sewing chair.
All a sudden, Boots’ eyes got big and black and he was ready to kill!
He stared that doll down and made growling sounds. He didn’t like her at all. It was funny to watch. Makes me wonder what he would do with a stranger. He’s always been nice to people, even children, who have been over. In fact, everyone loves him because he’s always so sweet but he did not like that doll.
The whole time I was trying to iron, he kept getting in the way. I burned my hand twice trying to keep him away from the iron. Once the steam hit his foot and scared him, once he got his tail in the folded binding and almost got his tail ironed. Once he got his nose right in the sewing machine and scared me half to death . . those old machines don’t stop the instant you take your foot off the pedal and I thought he was going to get hit by the needle.
Today was the worst day sewing with him. I don’t think he minds me being in there . . but maybe I was in there too long for his liking today.