It is a good thing I love that cat.
That cat, being Árnyék.
Because, he is a jerk.
Apparently, even though Cyntaf was tucked away in a bag, he managed to get into the bag and chomp a couple holes in the shawl. I mean, luckily, it is at the bottom edge, and I can probably undo the binding and salvage it… but still. Sigh.
Then the next day, I was looking for a specific ball of yarn. Finding another skein that I was also looking for, I pulled it out and set it aside.
I turned my back for a minute.
This is also the same cat that knocked my TV off the counter (twice!) and broke it.