Just saw the picture of the loving cat in the middle of the cutting board and fabric...
My cat Waverly very nearly gave me a heart attack last night. I was working away pressing a fat quarter (organizing still), enjoying the radio, etc... when I got tapped on the shoulder. What! DH didn't sneak upstairs? Turned around and there's Mr Waverly. He'd jumped up on the sewing desk behind me and wanted to get on the cutting table but there was a stack of mending (!) in the way. He "talked" to me and tapped me again to let me know ... I put him on the cutting table and he curled up and purred away. Silly cat!