It's always so exciting to hear thunder after months of wintery quiet. Pidge almost immediately slinks to the ground and runs to the nearest hiding spot. Is it wrong that I like to find her and pick her up and revel in her sweaty stillness? She becomes damp and heavy and doesn't move- almost as if she wants to sleep on my lap. Almost. I remember a particularly fantastic thunderstorm during the summer Olympics. I watched Michael Phelps with a limp cat sleeping on me for hours- scared or content, does it really matter? :)Here is the last new scarf for a little while. It's a bit shorter than usual because I didn't realize I had extra warp on the loom- bonus scarf!
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