That a sewing project laid upon the parlor floor, must be in want of a cat.
I set this quilt down on the floor, in order to look at it. I asked, rhetorically, how long it would take for Linguine to lay down on it.
What I didn't realize is that the feral cat, Cardigan, had slipped into the house.
There's clearly a very strong gravitational pull between quilts and cats. Why, the poor things have been sucked in to the point that they cannot even stand up!