I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, are you still crocheting that little toy? BUT NO SWEATERS!
Me: There were some problems with the kit and the instructions. Now I’m trying to undo what I’ve done and it’s a tangled mess.
MoonCat: As I say, ma’am, I’m a yarn aficionada. I’ll be happy to take it off your hands, no matter what state it’s in.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, why are you playing with long string? You are not a cat, are you?
Sweetie: You’re not a secret cat, are you? Because that would be too weird for words.
Me: I’m not a cat, secret or otherwise. No, the string is yarn and I am crocheting.
Sweetie: But that’s where sweaters come from!
Doodlebug: No sweaters!
Sweetie: No sweaters!
Me: I’m crocheting a little amigurami toy as a gift.
Sweetie: Phew! That was a close call.
MoonCat: You wouldn’t happen have some leftovers of that yarn, would you? I ever so love that stuff. BUT NO SWEATERS!
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I am Stella. I am a queen. I am an Olde English Bulldogge. At least I know what I am. Lady Human, on the other hand, is acting weird.
Me: Weird how? I’m not acting weird. I’m just being me.
Stella: Why are you playing with string?
Me: String? No, this is yarn. I am crocheting.
Stella: It looks like string. You know who plays with string, don’t you? CATS! That’s who!
Me: Well, this is crocheting and I am not a cat.
Stella: Cat is as cat does.
Me: Stella, humans don’t just turn into cats. Or dogs. This is crocheting. It is a human activity.
Stella: Looks suspiciously like cat string play to me.
Me: I was planning on making you a sweater. Does that sound like something a cat would do?
Stella: Yes, a sneaky cat trying to tangle me up in a string ball.
Me: I’m no cat and I am not trying to tangle you up in anything. I thought you might like a sweater for this cold weather.
Stella: A sweater. That would be nice. Are you making one for yourself? We could be twins.
Me: No, I have sweaters.
Stella: What about one for Tall Man? We don’t want him to get cold.
Me: No, not for Tall Man. Truthfully, my crocheting is not quite good enough for human tastes yet.
Stella: Wait! Are you making a goofy sweater out of string to put on me? Am I an… what is that human word? An experiment? Am I an experiment? NOOOO!
Me: If it doesn’t turn out or if it doesn’t fit, you don’t have to wear it.
Stella: Promise?
Me: Promise.
Stella: All right. Deal. So long as you don’t keep taking up cat habits. And if you can make a sweater out of string, can you, maybe, when you have time…can you make me a crown?
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