Last winter I gave up trying to knit, because Coco would only leave the flashing needles alone to play with the wool, which was just as bad. Who wants to knit with wet, cat saliva soaked wool? (let alone give away a garment without a thorough washing)
A couple of weekends ago, I got a box of knitting needles out, and left them open on one of the beds upstairs, and over the course of several days she scattered the needles over the bed and on the floor. The fascination of springy knitting needles, and the clicking noise as they move against each other provided plenty of enjoyment.
She has now learnt to sit on my knee while I am knitting, and to ignore the needles, but if I am silly enough to leave the knitting out, or even in an unzipped bag, I will come back later and find the knitting off the needle, and on the floor, needles scattered and stitches unravelled.
Perhaps it is Coco's way of saying "You can knit, but I know it's really a new way of amusing me!"
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