I love to weave, but there are a couple of things that keep me from getting to weave as often as I'd like, especially since the oldest son is now back at home and has reclaimed his room which was my studio while he was elsewhere. That means I am unable to set up the table loom in a room that can be closed off from the cats. Here is what happened during my latest attempt at weaving.

Pants: "What??"

Twink: "Cool! Check it out!"

Pants: "I fit just perfectly."

Twink: "My turn!"

Twink: "Pretty cool from up here, too."

Twink: "What??"