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Yesterday, I sent Paul to pick up my package at the post office when he was heading that way.

He came home with the cone of yarn I ordered from Catnip Yarns.

Paul told me the conversation he had with the guy at the post office. It went like something this:

Guy, looking at the package: Hmmm.. from Catnip Yarn.
Paul: Yeah, she knits.
Guy: I sure wouldn't want a sweater made of catnip.  I'd have cats all over me.
Paul: Neither would I.  But with all the cats, it may be really warm.

That's what you get when 2 men who don't knit talk about yarn.  

This morning I woke up from a dream of many cats, many catnip, and many sweaters.  So I just had to draw the guy wearing a catnip sweater.