I have taken a break from knitting in honor of spring and have spent some time with this painting business, as you know. But I still enjoy wearing my latest knitting project. It's a poncho, like the things you were forced to wear as a kid but cooler. I usually wear it when I step out on a chilly day, or even on a cold day like today when there is frost on the ground. I probably should have worn my winter coat this morning, but it's April, and I refuse to wear a winter coat in April.
Sometimes I wear my poncho when I am inside and it's a little chilly. But sometimes I wear it when I am inside just because I like the comfort of it. It's like a blankie or warm cup of tea or cookies and milk after school. It's comfort.
Turns out people aren't the only creatures who need a poncho now and then. My cat Tiger likes to burrow under things like the throw on the sofa or a poorly placed jacket (that's short for a jacket that has been haphazardly tossed on the floor instead of being hung up). We speculate that he is acting on his primeval need to hide in a cave. This morning, Tiger discovered he could burrow under my poncho while I am still wearing it and find the equivalent of a cave—a big, warm, soft cave that breaths. So he settled in.
Apparently, we all need a cave now and then, something warm and comforting that wraps around us. And apparently it's OK to share your cave once in a while. I would share my cookies with Tiger, too, but he wouldn't like them. He can have the milk, then.