Thursday, February 7, 2008

fabric graveyard

Rag retrieval should be an olympic sport, then I could at least say that Simon's in training. This is what I woke up to this morning. After heeding the little guy's call four times and responding with a 'good boy' salutation and some chin scratches to first a black t-shirt, then a rag with paint, then another rag carrying mainly dirt, then yet another rag washed in a different paint shade, I decided it was time to stop the positive reinforcement. But he just went back out again and found a rag so old that it crunched when I bent it. Good stuff. It did make quite a beautiful pile though. Like a rag pile of love. He means so well.

3 comments:

Cheysuli and gemini said...

I am sure that he knows you will find a use for them...

Camie's Kitties said...

He must know that we enjoy seeing each and every new rag he brings in. They are always so intereting.

Tiki, Tavi, Cody and Camie

Dena said...

Like a "rag pile of love." I love that.

My cat puked up her food and hairball in two places on the couch. I decided not to take a picture of it. I like your pictures better.