Day 153: "I'm gonna go weave. Are you comin' with me? Go get in your little weaver's box!" He leaps out of his cushy-bed and runs for the Loom Room door. Okay, we've had to graduate to a large priority mail box because 14.5 pounds of cat no longer fits in a medium size, but he prefers the box to his hammock. But what is it about weaving which makes him want to be in the Loom Room? Certainly, he likes to be with mama, whatever she's doing, but he generally gets in his weaver's box and immediately curls up and goes to sleep. Is it the sound of the loom? A countermarch loom doesn't clank and rattle like other looms, largely because it (Max, anyway) uses string heddles. Even so, the raising and lowering of the shafts is noisier than I'd think a sleepy kitty would like. Is it the rhythmic cadence of treadling, passing the shuttle, beating? I find the loom's voice almost hypnotic, definitely meditative (and of course there is no other sound in the room except for the occasional wheezy snore coming from the Box). It's not the Box itself. The same box in the living room holds no particular appeal. Whatever magic the loom casts, Merry has fallen under its spell, a true weaver's cat.
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