I got a small but important project done this weekend but it's a gift for a friend so I can't post anything about it yet. Oh, the suspense!
Mispickel was no help at all:
And this was after she ran away with my pencil, tried to eat out of the pin dish, chased the thread as I refilled the bobbin, and then threw a cat-tantrum that involved pinning her ears back ("devil horns"), growling, and batting at me angrily when I wouldn't let her bite me to get attention.
She's nine months old. I figure that's about fifteen in human years, which explains a lot.