I steeled myself to start seaming up my first sweater...something I was nervous about.
So I cleared the table, got some good music to listen to (Interpol), fixed myself a latte macchioto and got to work.
Then came assistant #1:
OK, he's old, he's quiet, he settled down nicely to watch me...so I accepted our somewhat uneasy alliance and continued....
....until assistant #2 came to "help":
That look was a bit too much to resist. So I gave up! What's a "cat mom" to do?