This is how I accomplish actual sewing (or writing). If she doesn’t have her basket, Buttercup tries to sit in my arms. She sneaks, at sloth pace, along the front of the desk and squeezes in front of me. I think she thinks if she moves slowly enough, I won’t notice. So I made her this basket, with leftover fabric, batting and fiberfill. We’re in the basement, so the heat vent is directly above her. It works. Sometimes.