Scotch has earned the nickname “Needy.” Now I have photographic proof of what I mean. I’d been drafting a pattern, cutting, serging, and stitching all day. Apparently Scotch felt a wee bit neglected. I finished a seam on my machine and was getting things pinned for the next step when Scotch did this.
Um, yeah. You think I talk about the cat a bit, but I don’t think you get it–he is in my business 24/7. Unless he is having Scotch Time–his alone time generally from the hours of 9am-10am.
He was soooo not moving either. His butt is wider than the machine and he’d stand up every minute or so to stretch and immediately settle back in. Crazy cat.
I thought his tail hanging down was a bit cute. At this point he’d been sitting on the machine for about 15 minutes. He was determined. I wanted to get back to sewing–I had a party to get to and wanted to wear my new skirt–and Scotch was looking a bit worn. That couldn’t be comfortable on his behind.
I bribed him with “his” blanket. It didn’t take much effort, just bringing the blanket it and setting it on my table and patting it a time or two. He jumped down, ran over and immediately took a nap. Clearly he is not made out for tree sewing machine sitting.