Today I was given with a sudden urge to bring my Lendrum wheel out into the light. Thus concerning a list of checkpoints needing to be achieved. 1) the proper attire as to which my wheel will reside during transport. that is where my journey began.

the bag in which is formely known as my wheel’s bag has been the lush loft hangout of my eldest feline, Kefir, sitting atop totes of wooliness in hopes to be in sight in mind. I removed the bag, knowing that there would be need for thurough cleaning and proceeded to the front room for better viewing. Once the duct tape had been found I furvously began dabbing away at the surface realizing it wasnt doing much good. I began wiping with my hand to form small piles of cat fur in hopes to gather as much as possible. That is when the lightbulbs blinked above my cranium and a ah-ha! eureka moment occured. What if I collected all this cat hair to spin up? Yeah , I have read (somewhere) sources that recalled thus said of insanity but never acted upon it. Without further adou I located a lovely ziplock bag and began shoveling acute piles of felineness into the gapping plastic mouth. My eagerness and obsession did not end there. I furthered my collection my retrieving the “Love Glove” from the closet and continued my harvesting from Cat Number One. He is used to the glove and took to it with delight. Cat Number Two didn’t know what to think of. I brushed and bagged them both three times and recorded my discoveries with a trusty ol’ sharpie noting from whom the fiber came and the day I began.

my theory over time is to collect enough fur from the two brave victims to spin up some yarn. maybe make cat toys with the reepings? who knows?

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