"I am Beasley. And I have seen the illusive Yarn Land.

I had laid down for a nap. Absolute though I am, one must never snark at the need for beauty sleep. There was this perfect sun spot on the lady's bed that seemed to call out to me. And I answered that call like a boss.

Strangest thing, though... When I leisurely opened my eyes there were rolling hills of soft yarn; yarn as far as my superior feline eyes could see. And something else was funny too - My ears were weighed down with some sort of strange floppy... thing!

But I felt safe. And warm. And fluffy. More so then usual.

My keen and mighty cat mind quickly deduced that this floppy creature was no threat to me, for he was far to simple in mind and body compare to one such as I. Closing my eyes once more I allowed him to survey his homeland - no, his wonderland.

I figured if this were a dream I had better get back to sleep before I have to wake up."

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Our cat Beasley sleeping in this hat and scarf I made.