Last night, I removed the baby quilt from the dining table and put it away. A short while later, Dancer jumped on the dining table, expecting the quilt to be there, and when he realized it was no longer on the table, he walked around the table looking for it! Then he looked at me as if to say, "What happened to my quilt?" and he lay down looking resigned to having lost his quilt.
And I felt sorry for him.
Which is why, at 3:45 a.m. this morning, I sandwiched the pieces of leftover batting I had from earlier projects between two pieces of scrap fabric from the stash and ran a couple of quick, long basting stitches to hold the fabric in place. He sat and watched while I assembled the "quilt" and the minute I finished it, lay down on it! It was too small for him to stretch out as he did with the other quilt, but he made himself fit.
This picture was taken a few minutes later, at 3:52 a.m.:
|Spoilt Kitty on His New Quilt!|
I guess I'll be buying another yard of quilt batting, soon! :D