So here it is. The offending needle. Source of much worry, consternation and a day filled with snuggles. I rarely use needles this long so I can’t for the life of me figure out where Spikey dug it up from. Nor can I figure out why it would have dark thread on it. Best I can come up with is maybe the thread was an attractive nuisance that caught his eye in my sewing room and he brought it up with him. All I know is I am so glad I saw it going in so that we could act quickly in getting my boy to the emergency vet’s to have it removed. Even if it did result in this:
On the up side, there’s been a lot of this:
I even played hooky today to keep a close eye on him. I brought stuff home to work on, spent far more time actually working than knitting, and I got me a lot of snuggle time. Tomorrow I can return to the office knowing my boy is on the mend. He’s sleeping lots, eating and drinking some and miserable in his cone of shame. Which is really about all I can expect right now. So things are good. Tomorrow maybe we’ll return to your (ir)regularly scheduled knitting blog.