Today I decided to clear out the two knitting projects that have been sitting in a drawer for five years and that I will most likely never touch again. I took them out of the drawer and put them onto the bed. All of a sudden out of nowhere (well, the next room), Social Kitty himself bounds up onto the bed and attacks the ball of yarn. Like he had ball-of-yarn radar. I had to laugh, because, really? A cat playing with a ball of yarn? Who woulda thunk.

* With apologies to The Specials

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