If Looks Could Kill

Miss Scarlett: "You want me to do what?" (Click picture for larger view)

"After scolding one's cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference." ~ Charlotte Gray

My mother knits, therefore she winds yarn from skeins into balls. She was trying to use this chair back to hold the skein. You-know-who, yes Scarlett jumped up in the chair, fascinated by the swaying motion and movement of the yarn. One short end dangled down and each time a loop of the yarn was removed, it swayed back and forth. Things that move rhythmically mesmerize Scarlett; the yarn, Nyssa's braids as she played the piano, the fringed edges of the kitchen rugs, and shiny gold necklaces, just to name a few. She tentatively batted a paw at the yarn. "Scarlett, stop." A slight glance in my direction, then another more obvious tap on the yarn along with an attempt to grab it with her teeth. "Scarlet, no!no!" Then a defiant look as the last of the yarn slid tightly into the completed ball. She turned back, saw the yarn was gone and then glared. This is a disturbing look; a cat who could be out for revenge.

This could also be the look she gives if I were to send her brother Rhett's picture to Friday's Ark today instead of hers. So to make sure I keep all my fingers and my nose, Miss Scarlett will visit the Carnival of the Cats hosted by Watermark this Sunday. (end of post)