At our house, I think it's called "an OBSESSION of cats."
Yes, I finished the Persian (and I never EVER want to do loop stitch again) and she (of COURSE, she's a she...) is in fine catty company here.
Every imaginable catty craft kit.... paper cats...
Big fluffy chenille pipe-cleaner cats...
The skinny-mini version, using (non-craft-kit) normal chenille pipe cleaners. (These are the go-to gift of the moment. Look sideways at the wee girl and she'll make you six of them. They sometimes wear jewellery.)
And it's got me thinking about the fine and fuzzy line that separates genius and madness..... I keep looking at this Persian cat, and then looking at the rest of the book of knitted cats - all different and all designed with such attention to detail of form and character.
Can you spot the rows knitted by the wee girl? On the first leg, she named me "purl girl", so I'd knit every second row (and do the increases and decreases). By leg #3 she did one or two rows, and from there on, when she said, "Let's work on the Persian", it meant ME knitting and her talking incessantly and/or doing somersaults off the back of the couch.
And when she goes to bed.... I take photos of the real cat.