Yarn Bomber

A selection of items Floyd brought to Melissa over two weeks this summer.

Two of my cats are mighty hunters.
Despite being totally indoor animals they've actually managed to catch two mice, countless spiders, some flies, and (horror) house centipedes.
But their crowning achievement as hunters extraordinaire?
Making sure we have enough catnip toys to survive.
Floyd, also known as Floydicus Rex, Mr. Fluffernutter, and Captain Crusty (don't ask), bravely hunts, captures and kills a variety of catnip toys, dog toys, and the occasional pair of socks, multiple times throughout the day.
He doesn't just bring them to us or leave them quietly at our feet.
No, Floyd wants the appropriate level of appreciation for his prowess.
He routinely catches a toy upstairs, then cries and cries, until we come to him and sing his praises. At night he'll often drag large dog toys up the stairs, crying his triumph all the way.
He is not content without accolades befitting his stature, though at night he often brings my daughters important catches for them to find in the morning.

Henry, our other hunter, doesn't like nick names.
We think he's the one who caught the above mentioned mice.
He's also been known to bring my daughter miniature pumpkins, tomatoes, and once, believe it or not, an avocado.
Henry doesn't care for fawning or insincere exclamations of amazement.
He just quietly brings his catches to his favorite person, Melissa, content in knowing he is keeping her well-fed.
But this summer, Henry started hunting something new.
Henry discovered yarn.
Not that finding yarn is difficult in my house, ahem.
But most of it is kept in one of four or so cabinets/cupboards dedicated to my stash.

Bag full of yarn dragged into and emptied in my daughter's room

Henry, however, has discovered our project bags.
At any one time I have 5 or 6 different projects going - everything from a knitted blanket, to hats, scarves, etc. My youngest daughter had several project bags of her own. We never felt the need to keep these bags under lock and key, or even in a closet.
Until this summer.
Suddenly we would awaken to find the beginnings of a scarf, needles and all, dragged from out of the project bag, up the stairs and deposited in my daughter's room. Henry dragged a half-finished sweater, extra skeins of yarn, and amazingly an entire blanket-in-progress, out of their bags and up the stairs.
We thought we had learned our lesson.
Now the downstairs closet holds all works-in-progress.
We aren't sure how well Henry will adjust to my youngest daughter being away at college. She is his most special person.
But this morning, my older daughter awoke to find an entire garbage bag full of yarn deposited and emptied in her room.
We have no idea where Henry found the bag. Maybe it was somewhere upstairs since my daughter sorted some yarn to take with her to college.
We may never know where he found it, but one thing I do know for sure.
We'll never suffer a lack of entertainment with these two around.