My friend and I are trying to sew. Boots goes between our sewing machines, on the ironing table, on the cutting table . . where ever we are, whatever we’re trying to do, Boots is right there.
This morning, I said to him “Boots, I cannot sew with your paws so close to my needle.”
My friend then said “Boots, I cannot sew with your tail so close to my needle!”
At the rate he’s going, he’s risking getting a needle in his paw and his tail at the same time!
When he wasn’t sitting on the sewing machines, or the cutting table, or the ironing table, he was messing with my shoe laces so every time I got up to do something, I had to re-tie one or both shoes.
Some days, he’s just in our way every minute that we’re in the sewing room. Some days he goes off and entertains himself.