Ca(t)shmere Kitten

We had a dinner party over the weekend and the following day one of our guests texted to say she had left behind a CASHMERE CARDIGAN….!!! Well I can honestly say that those two words chilled me to the core and sent me into a blind panic the likes of which I haven’t experienced since the great art heist before Christmas...

 

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As I tore through the house on the great cardigan hunt, I had remembered that Squeak (the very destructive cat), had been exceptionally well behaved during the dinner the night before and hadn’t done her usual sashaying down the dining table to lick the butter just as we were about to take our seats. And even after dinner she was nowhere to be seen. The dreadful thought loomed large in my head….had Squeak been preoccupied with achieving yet another cashmere hit???? DEAR GOD, NO!
Eventually I found the cardigan and it was still in one piece. I decided that the safest place for it, and where I think Squeak cannot get into, is the car. I am thinking of telling any future visitors to our house that they should strongly (re)consider wearing any fine wool, particularly cashmere….

 


 

Since writing about the (latest) cashmere crisis, I think I have discovered what had occupied Squeak during the dinner party and taken her attention from Geraldine’s cardigan. I had just got a gift of a beautiful handbag with a panel of fur on the front of it. I had used it for the first time on Friday and had hung it from the knob of the wardrobe afterwards. This afternoon I caught Squeak teetering on her back feet like a meercat, licking the fur panel.  When she heard me coming into the room, she wobbled a bit and was left swinging by her teeth from the  bag. On closer inspection, I think Squeak has been customising the bag for quite a while……