When you're a cat-owning knitter, you learn to follow clues. I stepped out of the shower and saw... the back of my dad's sweater! Lying on the floor right in front of the bathroom door, so it was the first thing I laid eyes on when the shower door opened. So I shrieked for Mr. Batty. I don't think I was very articulate, it was something along the line of, "Sweetie! My sweater is on the floor!"
He came to rescue it, but as you can see, some damage has been done. Of course, I should have known. The other day, I found Morgana happily chomping on a skein of alpaca with her claws buried in the sweater. It took a good hour with a needle to tug the stitches back into some semblance of their former perfection (the giant hole turned out to be stretched-out, not ripped yarn).
Fortunately, this is the wrong side. It's a reverse stockinette sweater.
Once I had dried off, I followed the perpetrator's trail. Really, it wasn't too hard... the yarn led the way.
Busted! The black bag under the giant Ziplock bag contains the coveted alpaca, and that would be Morgana making a move for it. Naughty kitty!
I am exhausted. After a lot of tugging and pulling, the back of the Dad Sweater is finished, all skeins of alpaca have been liberated from the clutches of their fuzzy tormentor, and I just have the ends to weave in and 2 sleeves to knit. But I have to make sure I keep everything away from this cat.
She can't resist the alpaca.