Bader likes to knit. Without opposable thumbs, he tends to do it with his teeth; he has to chew the knitting needles to get them out of the way, though! My knitting was out of reach for the night; this morning he watched wistfully, hoping to participate. Maybe.
Bader Ginsburg was adopted by a friend of mine the weekend Ruth B. G. died. He’s a year old, more or less, and spent at least part of his life abused and starved. I went to meet him Friday, after visiting Mom in Connecticut. He’s very intelligent, calm, only slightly into chewing things he shouldn’t, doesn’t bark (a big asset, to me!), and is getting over his skittishness.