One of the garbage bags full of scraps has been tipped over and oozing scraps on the floor of my fabric closet for some time. Normally it’s well contained, but someone, who shall remain nameless, thinks it’s extremely fun to slip and slide and scoot and pounce around in the scraps.
Mark says the young scoundrel is trying to pick out the fabric he wants me to use to make him a quilt. I’m not sure he’s quite that discerning. Yet… I’ve heard that cats can be quite opinionated when it comes to fabric inspections.