So here's my helper for the night. Cheeto thinks he is a tiny kitten, when in fact he's 8 years old and weighs nearly 20 pounds. So when he jumps up on the craft table to be near me or lay under the light or do whatever he thinks he's doing, he takes up way too much room. I had been working on some Halloween cards when he appeared. He just purred away, totally ignoring my pleas to get his fat butt off the desk, so I picked him up and tossed him on the floor. By the time I turned around again, he was back up there. He's there now. I'm going to bed, and I've left instructions and materials with him how to finish my cards. We'll see what we get in the morning. I'm not holding my breath.