knit fork

My roommate Dory knit a fork. Yes, a fork. Out of yarn. It's pretty darn cute, and for the longest time, it sat in our cutlery drawer along with all its steel brethren. Until we had our brunch party, when Dory decided to put it out with the other forks on the table for people to use. That's when our cat found it, and all of a sudden this inanimate piece of knitting was transformed into our cat's favourite toy. She didn't even need us to play with her. She would throw it up in the air herself and catch it all on her own. She would toss it across the room and then chase after it. Never before have I seen something so lifeless receive so much love.

CONSUMED: my apartment; Brooklyn