Waitaminute. That sounded weird. Which was exactly what I intended. Let me explain. Once when I dragged James along to the yarn store, he found a book of crochet patterns for pets. One of these was a chenille "cat in a bag" -- a big bag for your cat to hang out in. We figured the cats would love this. So tonight I've been whipping it up. Super bulky yarn, so it's going fast.
But I made the mistake of setting it down for a minute. And apparently Katie knows exactly what it's for, because she just wandered over and curled up on top of it. And will not move so I can finish it. She's currently sitting here giving me this look like "What, bitch? I know it's for me anyway. Stop giving me that look. I'm not moving." Which is especially ironic because James wanted me to make Heidi's first. I've tried to explain to him that it doesn't matter which one is supposed to be for which one, because they don't care, and they're colorblind anyway.
For all James' claims that they're my cats, he sure doesn't act like it. He announced the other day that "you shouldn't use cheap yarn to make the kitties' bags, you should use nice yarn because they like nice yarn." I My reply to this was that I wasn't using ten-dollar-a-skein hand-wash-only yarn to make something they're just going to barf and poop on.
She hasn't even got it right. She's supposed to sit in the bag, not on the bag. Stupid kitty.
ETA: I got tired of waiting and pulled her off the bag so I could finish it. She gave me the most pissed-off meow. Now she's sitting here glaring at me. Stupid kitty.
ETA 2: She's now chewing on the yarn as I'm crocheting it. Well, at least I picked yarn they'll like. Stupid kitty.