The Quilt Maker's Cat

Hi, everyone.  This is Dancer, again.

You all know how much I help my Mummy with making her quilts, don't you?

I help her with selecting the fabric:

"These pieces will be good, Mummy"

With arranging the quilt blocks:

"Yes, this arrangement is good"

With testing the comfort level:

"It's quite comfy, Mummy"

So, with all that help, you'd think Mummy would make me a quilt for my own comfy, afternoon naps, wouldn't you?

But, no!  I, the quilt maker's most helpful cat, have to settle for the cover of the cutting mat:

"My afternoon nap mat"

It was leaning against the sofa back and I had to put it down before I could lie on it.  And then, I noticed that the edge of the mat was not trimmed properly, so I tried to fix it:

"Let me trim off this edge piece"

It's not easy when one is a cat and can't use a pair of scissors or a rotary cutter to trim off the edge, but, I have sharp claws and sharp teeth!

"I'll just bite this down to size"

I don't need your help, Mummy.  I can make my own quilt, thank you very much!  Humph! 

But, Dancer, you have the whole spare room bed...

Oh, yes, I do, don't I?

"OK, it's not the same as having my own quilt, but it's a good spot to have a sulk"

And then, to add insult to injury, she put that nasty flea medication stuff on me!  I don't even have fleas!  She says it's to make sure they stay off of me.  A likely story.  I don't believe a word of what she says.  But, she rewarded me for being a brave boy (I didn't try to get away or scratch her) by giving me a spoon of tuna, afterwards!  Yum!  I'm still going to bug her for more tuna when she goes to make her evening tea, though!  But, until then, I'll take a snooze on the quilt in the spare room.  Thanks for reading this, blog friends.