I may have to give up knitting until Baxter grows up a bit. Or just knit at the shop on Knit Night.
If I try to knit when Baxter is asleep, he somehow senses that I am seated, and any lap that exists must be sprawled on.
If I try to knit when Baxter is awake, well, I just don't. I've learned the hard way. Not only is the yarn's movement too, too exciting to ignore, but apparently the needles and whatever is on them is an enemy to be attacked.
It's a good thing he's cute.....and that I'm a sucker for cute.....
(photo from Google photos)