Beam Me Up, Mama!

Day 55: All I can say is that he's lucky I looked before I advanced the warp. I had just finished the plain-weave at the end of the third and last tablecloth panel and stood up to look for him because there was a deafening silence in the room. That usually means he's up to mischief. What I didn't realize was that he had been under the loom the whole time, waiting for the right moment to access what I'm sure he thought was a kitty hammock I'd made especially for him. I keep my cloth pretty tightly strung, so I didn't notice any distortion in the upper layer, and if he hadn't poked his head out when I stepped around to the crank, he might have dropped like a rock when I let the tension off. But there he was, peering out at me from between the layers of cloth, as innocent as could be, posing one last problem: how to extract him without little claws tangling in the overshot. Instead of pulling, I pushed from behind, and he was highly indignant at being expelled from his newly discovered bed.