There is a meme going around the internet giving instruction on  ‘how to trap a cat‘. Basically you create a circle on the floor, cat is attracted to the circle, cat sits in circle, you have trapped a cat.  Hurrah! Apparently they like the feeling of borders. Obviously I had to try this on Felicity. So I laid out a measuring tape in a rough circle near Felcity. Yeah? And? Hmmm…maybe I need a fabric circle?  Fabric is basically irresistible to her.  And look, it’s even a circle within a circle! Meh.   Nice try Maybe if I do one on the floor, instead of the rug? Yeah, nah.   Oooookay….ummmmm…maybe outside?  She loves hanging out on the lawn.  I can make a perfect one out of hose:  Not so much… And then, after leaving tempting circles all over the place for her all day, with nil success, I went outside and found her relaxing luxuriantly  amongst the weeds in the square planter box, which she has never shown any interest whatsoever in before. Now …

Felicity is a very important part of my sewing process. I’m not sure I’d be able to do it without her help. If she wasn’t around, who would I have to oversee every step, carefully scrutinizing the process? Who else would step in to keep an eagle eye on the chalk and make sure it didn’t walk away with itself as I drafted patterns? (Felicity walking away with the chalk herself, generally by batting it under the nearest piece of furniture, is an entirely different matter.) Who else could I get to elegantly ruck up my carefully smoothed and drafted toiles? Who else would helpfully sit on my pattern books, directly  on top of the pattern I’m working on, to make sure I didn’t forget which one I wanted? It’s the one under me.  That’s the one you’re using. Who else would then graciously agree to move off the pattern, only to sit on my laptop, pressing all sorts of keys and hiding my pinterest inspiration board in an unfindable location? This butt only pushes …