Writing prompt: Point of view


The writing prompt is write from the point of view of a ball of yarn being chased by a cat


Ahh, the peace and quiet of the knitting basket. I’ve been waiting for this all evening. All those kids with scissors snipping and yanking, my weave will never be the same. It’s not so bad when she’s knitting. I’m reaching my potential when I’m being knit and pearled. But with kids? Pieces of me are going to be scattered across the neighborhood!


Oh no.

I see that dastardly fur ball coming.

He’s worse than the kids, always so sweet and innocent.

Oh look at me, purr, purr. I’m such a cute fluff ball. Pet me, purr, purr.

How I hate him. He lies. He purrs and gets just what he wants, then BAM! Claws and slobber!

Oh wait, he’s watching me. Be cool. I’m just a ball of yarn. You can’t see me I’m in the basket, part of the furniture. Not that the furniture is ever safe from that demon. As soon as they go to sleep, it’ll be zpit, zpit, zpit. Sharpening his claws when no one can stop him.

Shh, he’s coming closer. Stay away, go away, no!

No! I want to stay in the basket! Argh! The floor is so hard!

I don’t mind the rolling and the bouncing. If I can roll fast enough, I can get all the way under the couch and he won’t be able to reach me with his stubby little cat arms.  I can hear his little claws ticking on the wooden floor behind me! He’s gaining!

NO! His claws! I’m snagged!

Yes! I dodged the worst of it!

Keep rolling! I feel like I’m leaving a trail of blood as I unravel. I may be smaller now but I’m gonna make it! I’m so close now, so close. I’m nearly to the couch!

NO! I was so close! Stop slobbering on me!

AH! Claws everywhere! Stop chewing on me! I’m unraveling! How can I be the one surrounding him if he’s the attacker? If only I had muscles I could crush him!

Wait, what just happened?

He’s gone? Oh what a relief! Oh! Oh , look here she comes. Yes! Pick me up and wind me back up. I have lived to see the knitting basket once more.


Oh it’s Monday

There are days when you wake up all twisted and smooshed into your pillow. You look like a discarded rag doll but somehow you’re actually comfortable.   IMG_6856

Eventually you must crawl out of that cocoon and face the big bad world. Alarm clocks. Schedules. Goals. They all seem to lock you into a cage and the fun part seems tantalizingly just out of reach.   IMG_6776

Miraculously, by sheer stubbornness sometimes, you make it through the day. You reach that purely blissful moment when all is quiet. That peaceful moment when it seems right to contemplate the state of the universe. To know that we are where we belong. And despite having to crawl out of our comfy bed and face the big bad world we need to realize that we have it really good.


Moral Dilemma


Moonlight has taken to sleeping in the sink while my son William is taking his bath. While my son thinks it’s hilarious it causes  a moral dilemma. When it’s time to brush his teeth the cat’s in the way. Now the moral dilemma is do I turn the water on and soak the cat disturbing her comfy spot in order to take care of my son’s nighttime routine?

Well I’ve never been one to choose the mean option. So of course I let the cat relax, and filled a cup with water so that William could brush his teeth without using the sink.

Cat wins.

Mom wins.

William giggles.

The Invisible Menacing Monster III

Poor Moonlight. We left her alone in the house with the Invisible Menacing Monster while we were in Colorado.


I don’t know what battles may have taken place but there were reports of innocent plants being injured. Preliminary reports show collateral damage is minimal.

Moonlight seems to be ever vigilant when it comes to peering under the beds. Perhaps she has the enemy cornered?