Remember me saying, after I broke my hand and found out I'd be knitting for life as physical therapy, I decided to knit clothes? And my first proejct was EZ's Chainmail Sweater from Knitter's Almanac? Here it is.
Apparently the latest Baby/Cat plan for world dominion involves driving me insane as a first step (how long a drive is that?) The tag team action is, The Baby pushes everything off the back of the couch. Then Sekhmet comes along and nests in it.
If you look closely, you can see she passed up a perfectly nice blanket to lay on the crumpled handknit.
Rumor has it that the Spouse of a Beloved Reader wants to get a cat and name it You Fucker. When I told the husbeast, he laughed and laughed.