Dearest Knitting Diary,
Sometimes when I have the opportunity to people-watch, I cannot resist the urge to see the similarities between humans and their pets. They walk alike in that they have a similar gate or a sympathy limp, betraying their ages and battle wounds. They resemble each other in girth, shape, coloration, or facial expression. Sometimes it’s as simple as a personality fit. And then I mentally assign a sweater to whoever is on the leash-end of the stroll, which is no easy task from the driver’s seat as I speed by (and Diary, don’t tell anyone, but I occasionally honk to make both pedestrian and pet turn so I can see their faces and determine how well they coordinate)!
One of the biggest ironies in life is why vs. how we love our pets. We love them because of their non-human characteristics: they are furry, wordless, politically neutral, unconditionally loving, always happy to see us, let us play whatever music we want, and we are always their favorite person, always.
Yet as soon as they move in with us, we try to humanize them: we teach them whatever language is spoken in the house; some of us feed them people food (you know who you are), and they are immediately expected to agree with whatever we’ve just said (they do this by just giving us eye contact when we rhetorically say “right, pup?” or, when we answer for them in the third person: “of course mommy is right, Barley always sides with mommy…”). And some of us, Diary, smother them with hand-knits.
I truly believe there is some mythical force involved that matches us up to our furry soul mates. All of my friends have stories about the miracle of the day they acquired the real love of their lives, their dog or cat. Diary, I am no exception. My pets are my pride, and thus they will suffer my knitting (much like everyone else in my life, if I’m being honest).
I have knitted many a throne for the one who rules in my house, my little Siamese mix, CoCo Kitty. My latest offering to the Fur Queen is the Pet Platform Pillow. It’s actually mixed-media, as it was a great excuse to use up scrap wool and some super-cheesy faux fur I could not resist at the fabric store. Needless to say, she CoCofied it right away by kneading and napping on it (but Diary I’d be lying if I denied that it’s almost a selfish indulgence because of the rapture I feel to see the one I worship curled up on one of my creations!).
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