It was now or never for gift sewing on Sunday–except there were also errands to do. Doc offered to handle those so I could sew, but there was still one problem: After four years of working from home, if someone isn’t on the couch or at least in the same room with him, Prince Toby absolutely loses his shit. (Not literally, thankfully, but his yowls and cries and angry yodels are relentless.)
So Doc went out and I moved the sewing machine and ironing board down to the main room, where I could keep His Highness company.
Was it convenient? No! Is our kitty very old and very stubborn so it’s just easier to indulge him? Yes! And it was nice to have the record player going while I was sewing (after someone stopped meowing to tell me there were new! things! in his main room, of course).