My Poor Little Helper

Speck has to be sitting as close to me as he can get. I sit on the sofa, he's right next to me; I sit in the recliner, he's in my lap; I sew, he's right by the sewing machine. I had a box of batting scraps to take to the quilt shop (they use them for practic on the sewing machine demos) and the bolt of fabric was actually some fabric that I hate and had thrown what's left of the bolt in the trash. Last night as I was gathering up the trash for pickup today, I decided I couldn't throw it out so I laid it over by the box of batting thinking maybe the quilt shop could use it for practice sewing too. Today, I'm sitting at my sewing machine and I can see out the corner of my eye that Speck is busy with something. When I looked, he had pulled this big hunk of batting out and managed to unroll some of the fabric from the bolt to try to make himself a snug spot. Isn't he cute? Judy