Gibson is a "helper". He likes to be on top of whatever I'm doing - and I mean this quite literally. He likes to be ON TOP of whatever I'm doing. I was doing some cutting the other evening with my big 6"x 24" ruler, and accidentally poked Gibby in his fatness with the corner of my ruler. He immediately bit a rather large furrow into the palm of my hand in retaliation.
For the record, this isn't unusual behaviour for Gibby-doo. He's a biter. And I've often been bit whilst at my cutting or sewing table if I nudge, poke, or otherwise jostle him.
I took up my spray bottle (which I keep on hand to spritz when pressing fabric) and gave him a shot or three of water. He hasn't been atop-table since. But he still likes to hang out. Here he is on Itty Bitty's unmade bed (who returned to university last week) keeping an eye on things.
The reason I'm working on all of these backings is because I'm on a push to finish a stack of quilts. You see, I was invited to present at the local quilt guild for the December meeting, the theme being thrifty quilting (which I do consider myself quite an expert, if I do say so myself!). I took three to my long arm quilter on Monday, and have another three to take over to her yet.