A weaver who names her cat Weft is asking for trouble. But Weft has grown up in the loominaria, watching me weave, thread, wind, have bouts of cursing and times of pure, zen-like joy. He probably thinks everyone should get a hand, um, paw in the threads. And I did leave fat, tempting hanks of thread hanging down from the loom for months, unguarded. As I threaded yesterday, he leaped up into the back threads, and instead of getting the camera to record such cuteness, I yelled NO! and scared him away. Probably better for the warp, but it was pretty cute.
I will spend the next week untangling the Weft-influenced threads and begin the journey through the kitchen curtain, possibly assisted by fluffy Weft. If he does anything adorable, I'll be sure to document it. Until then, HappyWeaving!