Not for long,  I had to take it back.  I’ve been sorting and destashing all my fibers. On the list last night was a tub of yarns and this old wicker picnic basket of yarns.  I left the room for just a few minutes when Ron called me.

We heard  a crinkling noise  coming from the family room. I pretty much knew what it was. LuLu has never seen a basket she didn’t like and if it is full of yarns, stuffed toys or quilts she likes it even more.

She may have been a cat in a former life…just look at that un-canine like yawn on her little face.