Cats and yarn. I usually knit at my kitchen table. My cats (we have 4), mostly do not bother me when I'm knitting. Sasha, the youngest at five, has decided that evenings are best spent in my lap. This never happens if I'm reading the paper. Or if I'm eating dinner, or if I'm painting at that table. It only happens if I have needles and yarn in my hands. She then feels compelled to gradually get as close as she can. She may try to go for the yarn, but mostly just wants to stop me from knitting. Or so it seems.