I was sewing some Christmas decorations last night. Before I went to bed, I put the needle into a pin cushion along with some pins and another needle. I took the thread out of the needle just to be on the safe side and I put the whole thing in the middle of the dining table, well away from inquisitive paws.
A little geography lesson needed here, my dining room is separated from my kitchen by the living room and the hallway.
So today I got home from work and found a pin on the kitchen floor, then another, then another, then it dawned. Rushing into the dining room, no pin cushion. Where was it? I eventually found it inside one of my trainers!

Now it's in a drawer.
Zoe
P.s. it's tipping it down outside. Why I have I got the only three cats in the world who like getting wet and then jumping on my lap? YUK