A face only a mother could love?
Strangely enough, my mother does, probably more than I do.
I’m sorry, Pointy Kitty, it’s not you or your pattern, which was so kindly provided for free by Wee Wonderfuls… it’s me. I’m just… slightly disappointed with the end result is all; you’re not quite what I had in mind when I began cutting your little legs out of old scrap fabric. Nothing went wrong when sewing you up, you’re simply… a different style. My parents would be happy to adopt you, though! They grinned at your arrival, saying things you were “mod” and “cute,” but to me, it’s a different kind of cute. I hope you can understand someday.
Stuck at home with a terrible stomach virus the other day, I searched in vain for something, anything to keep me occupied – Can’t bake, it would make other people sick. Can’t knit, no pattern or yarn. Thankfully, I stumbled upon the Pointy Kitty pattern, which was plenty of fun to whip up. Sadly, I just… don’t like it that much! Even after changing the eyes and the nose, it just doesn’t fit my personal definition of “cute,” despite what others might see in it.
For now, he’s prowling the kitchen, until my parents decide what to do with him, because instead of being just a useless time waster, he actually became something better: A gift.