My Wash Day post was not the end of the story. Far from it. Silly me. I left the bag of unwashed fleece on the table on the deck that day while The Mister and I wrangled wood. When I came back to put it away that evening it seems that a kitty-or two, had tinkled in my lovely fleece. Argh.....
I had no choice but to spend the next day washing the rest of it. I set up an assembly line in the downstairs bathroom heating water in the little electric kettle.
What a mess. I was not happy. Stupid cat. I'm not sure who did it but it must be one of the deck hangers so it's narrowed down to the two latest male additions to the cat herd.
Oh, well. I suppose it was my fault. Cats really do love fleece as I have found out the hard way with some expensive vet bills.
On the bright side, it gave me an excuse to spend more time playing with this lovely fiber.