Because handknits are comfier

Yesterday afternoon while doing chores around the house, I got a little warm. So I took off my sweater. Shortly thereafter, a certain gray cat made herself comfy in it.


A couple of hours later, she emerged thinking it was dinnertime. It was not. Once she caught on to this idea, she went back to the sweater. (Kindly ignore old brown chair. It used to belong to my father-in-law and is slated to be replaced one of these days.)

Personally, I take it as a compliment that the cat likes my sweater! At least she matches it, so the fur factor isn't quite so bad!