Maybe because he's 9 now I know he won't have many years left with me, but each time I read something like this i get throat lumps. Reggae...don't ever go. I'm not ready to knit a kitty! Keep bringing me mice from the basement. I don't care if you are mean and nasty to everyone in my life except me. I don't care what time you wake me up. Really. Just keep waking me up. I promise I will cast on your Kitty Pi bed this weekend. I'll put my Sidekick on the back burner. I love you, Reggae-Boo.
"Sometimes we knit. And sometimes our knitting knits us."