When I weave, my cat Twist frequently gets bored and tries to turn my attention back to where it should be: him. He strums my warp like a guitar, flosses with fine silks and hunts any trailing weft threads as I work. I find that a squirt bottle of water is an essential weaving tool.
![A photograph of a black and white cat sleeping belly upwards on top of a book about the history of tablet weaving](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJjhiiLdvBbl8eJik8ngDXPRIopz_lgbgKGFzVqAfxpU7xDLlHsZz4fEaPS3lWUvswZzURsWaQeTakDXyZDGBgfbi12whBlt5Ry_CVbWwkX9orlwYcnRPdlG3hxNiXElv-xD5qmMGuE8/w320-h239/IMG_0315.JPG) |
That's Nancy Spies' Ecclesiastical Pomp& Aristocratic Circumstance he's asleep on there. |
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