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A Cave is a Cave

I have taken a break from knitting in honor of spring and have spent some time with this painting business, as you know. But I still enjoy wearing my latest knitting project. It's a poncho, like the things you were forced to wear as a kid but cooler. I usually wear it when I step out on a chilly day, or even on a cold day like today when there is frost on the ground. I probably should have worn my winter coat this morning, but it's April, and I refuse to wear a winter coat in April.

Sometimes I wear my poncho when I am inside and it's a little chilly. But sometimes I wear it when I am inside just because I like the comfort of it. It's like a blankie or warm cup of tea or cookies and milk after school. It's comfort.

Turns out people aren't the only creatures who need a poncho now and then. My cat Tiger likes to burrow under things like the throw on the sofa or a poorly placed jacket (that's short for a jacket that has been haphazardly tossed on the floor instead of being hung up). We speculate that he is acting on his primeval need to hide in a cave. This morning, Tiger discovered he could burrow under my poncho while I am still wearing it and find the equivalent of a cave—a big, warm, soft cave that breaths. So he settled in.

Apparently, we all need a cave now and then, something warm and comforting that wraps around us. And apparently it's OK to share your cave once in a while. I would share my cookies with Tiger, too, but he wouldn't like them. He can have the milk, then.

Comments

dive said…
Thank goodness it's Tiger. I thought for one scary moment that you had developed a ginger hairy chest!
8:37 AM
Anonymous said…
What an awesome photo! Tiger is my 3rd favorite cat :)
PF
8:51 AM
Anonymous said…
Not only do you keep them warm but vise versa. It is a comfortable feeling for sure.
9:23 AM
Shan said…
I have to pretend my chihuahua is a cozy sweet kitty cat. Someday she'll realize I'm not that into dogs. I haven't had the heart to break it to her yet. ;)
9:36 PM
DearestDragonfly said…
Simply gorgeous, Robyn! Wow - such richness in the textures and colors. Lovely, lovely!

I plan on getting back into knitting this summer. Much better to do it during the colder months, I'm sure, but they're too busy.
7:46 PM
Alifan said…
Lovely Robyn, have not been on the knitting lately either, have a half finished top which I must get done and put on our stitching bints!!!!!!

Of course loved the thought that Tiger is hiding in there!!!!!Oscar was most jealous........
4:13 AM
MmeBenaut said…
I can't believe that I missed this post Robyn. My cats are the same. Sascha particularly likes to sleep under the doona. BTW I'm in blue now!
8:05 AM
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