Michael and I staggered in from traveling home on Thursday.  It’s now Sunday, and I finally feel like I’ve recovered from traveling.  While I have much to tell of our adventures while we went home to visit my parents, I thought I would share the sight of what greeted us when we returned home.

Apparently Peake and Watson got bored while we were gone, and we returned to find that they had gotten into one of the boxes where I store my yarn.  Luckily most of the yarn was odds and ends from other projects – so no great loss, but I’m baffled as to how they got in the box – seeing as they had to pull it out of a shelf, take off the top of the box, and then open another box that was inside of it.  *Shakes head* These cats are perhaps smarter than I realized.  Also, I think they have thumbs they are hiding from us.

It was like a scene from a movie will lasers going across the room – the was yarn wrapped around the couch, through and around the Christmas tree, around the dinning room table, through chairs, around the office chairs and the checkered table… let’s just say I’m glad we didn’t have a bigger apartment, as I shudder to think of how much of a mess they could have made in a bigger home.

After contemplating untangling the whole thing, I got out the scissors and cut.  No doubt I could have untangled it all – so long as I wanted to devote the next few days to fixing it.

Luckily, that was the worst of the trouble they got into.  We had the foresight to bring all the houseplants into the bedroom, so they couldn’t knock over any of those, and all the knicknacks were stashed safely away.  There were a few Christmas garlands torn down, a new ornaments that were off the tree, but it was all small fries.

Meanwhile, I’m brainstorming new ways to make sure they don’t get into my boxes of yarn.