I went up into an attic to call mien host's son who had his playroom here. There was so much sunshine in the room I didn't see him stuck in a corner playing with a spinning top. At the dead centre of the room was a black cat with a white question mark on its forehead and an unopened ball of wool with two 4mm knitting needles sticking out of its head as if it were a "stunningly soft" angora alien or a very wooly old fashioned TV set with rabbit ears! I just loved the sound of the colour of the wool - SCHULANA ANGORA DUNKELVIOLETT( 021 ).  

His goodly Mutter  had been about to knit a fluffy something or other  for him as he played at her feet but had to leave her little knüddelpuddel as she called him.  A name that sounded like a doodle scrawled upon the air!

The cat and ball had become as one and as I carried down her little liebling in my arms and a cat( still asleep )on my shoulder he told me: "Ich liebe dich mit ganzem Herzen!"

As we departed the wool cried out to me in its dunkelviolett voice: "Hey what about me!" I told it I will get back to it in about 30 years....this poem is that promise!