One of my cats pulled the sleeve I've been working on out of my knitting bag and drug it all over the house all night.
I had the bag hanging on the back of a kitchen chair and still have no idea how the little bugger pulled that sleeve out. I know who it was. He does it all the time if I am not careful. He's the same one that got into the wool and cost me a fortune in vet bills from a respiratory infection.
This is a sleeve from a kit sweater so I better not run out of that brown.
It was too tangled and dirty to deal with so I cut it off, sealed it up and put it away. I just went ahead and joined a new ball. If I run out, I'll have to untangle it and wash it. Ugh. I really hope I don't. I'm really allergic to cats and all that kitty spit is giving me the heebie jeebies. Bad kitty.