Just so you know, inanimate objects make great pets at my house. The kids have turned just about everything into a piece of their imaginative world, and most of it is alive.
My skeins of yarn are all cats. Specifically, they are "yarn-spinning cats" and they are all named Sophia.
I find the girls in my closet pawing through my stray yarn skeins, each looking for just the right Sophia. They wrap their Sophias in baby blankets. They rock them to sleep. They push them in strollers. They make leashes and take them for walks. They feed them "treats" made of rocks from our back yard.
The skeins without labels are the orphans, which is all very sad, and those poor Sophias are rounded up to live in the orphanage on our living room couch.
The other night, I was sitting on the couch with my knitting, and Youngest crawled up beside me.
"Can I hold your Sophia?" she asked.
"I'm using it to knit," I told her.
"I will be really careful?"
"Well, all right." I lifted up my needles for access to the bundle of yarn on my lap. She held it out in front of her in both hands, gazing at it lovingly.
"Aww!" she said, after a moment. "My Sophia is falling asleep in my arms!"
My kids are sweet, but they're all completely whack.