My little black cat is called Trouble. She's 12 years old. I can't leave my straight pins out. She steals them. I used to pin finished blocks to the ironing board. Her favorite place to sleep. She will pull the pins out of "her bed". I would find the blocks and pins in the floor. I no longer pin my blocks to the ironing board. She sleeps in an extra chair next to me when I sew, On her own quilt. She can't jump onto the ironing board any more. She has cancer, and we know her time is short. We love on her and keep her as comfortable as possable. Lots of head scratches and treats.