My name is Kitty. I know, silly name for a cat, but it's not my hoomins' fault, I was six when I came to live with them and I was used to it by then. One of the hoomins makes jewellery and the other one makes cards. One of my favourite spots to sleep is under the beading table but it's not always a peaceful spot.
The Jewellery Maker has been tidying and doing something she calls 'destashing'. This seems to involve chucking bags of beads onto the floor - bit dangerous for a snoozing cat, the flippin things whizz past my ears and whiskers like cannonballs. And she sings - and not very well either. The Card Maker is a much more peaceful companion but she gets very cross when I try to lay on her papers. I try to tell her that her cards will be worth more if they've had a cat lying on them but she doesn't seem to believe me.