Mmmm sweaters...

Mom just figured out my little secret....I'm a closet sweater eater. I can't help it! They're just so yummy! She found out when she threw a sweater on this morning for work and found the sleeve had been nibbled at, plus the gapping hole I put in her favorite afghan last week finally tipped her off that I'm doing more than just napping when I burrow myself under the covers! She's starting to think that maybe I'm not half russian blue (despite by beautiful thick furry coat) and now says I must have some Siamese in me! She says the only sweater eaters she knows are meezers. What can I say, I'm a complex kitty but Mom loves me no matter what I am!