A Little Help, Maybe

Sometimes, Max thinks that he really needs to be on my lap. While typing, eating, talking--or sewing.
He was fascinated by the whirr of the motor and the flying foot. I was afraid that he would try to catch it and get his foot punched with the needle but a few whacks of the screw on the side of the foot settled that.
He finally settled down just as I decided he needed to move in order for me to finish the project--last minute baby blankets for Abby's shower.