I'm on the sofa, knitting a baby sweater. Jacey is lying on the dog bed at my feet. (Sam is asleep next to me.)
As I try to pull out more yarn from the skein, there's a snag. Literally. The yarn doesn't move freely.
I look down and find Jacey, chin and forefoot resting on my ball of yarn.
When I ask her to move, she looks up, then rolls over on her side...and clutches my ball of yarn between her front feet.
Wonder if she wants to go to the LYS with me on my next trip. Clutching yarn, squeezing yarn, petting yarn...
She'd probably enjoy it.