Sweetie is a strange and wonderful little cat. First of all, she's a ginger cat with fur that matches my hair. I've always been told that it's unusual for a ginger cat to be female. Second, she's very shy and yet she's very demonstrative with those she loves. And finally, it's take her 14 years to trust me enough that I can pick her up without being bitten.
She also likes yarn, and has ever since I've known her. She doesn't chew it, or slobber on it, or eat it, or decorate the house with it (not that I know any cats that do any of those other things - RIGHT!), she collects it. Really.
When Sweetie and I finish our daily TV viewing (Perry Mason reruns if you must know) and I move to the office to work, she yowls and fusses loudly. This is funny because she has the sweetest little voice and tiny little purr. Then, when I don't come back so she can sit next to me with 1 paw touching, she heads off to get her yarn of the day. She carries it back to where she plans to nap, and lines it up like kittens in a row, and then sleeps with it.

Awww.
She's not finished organizing it yet, but she's resting from the effort. That cake of yarn in the back is 8 oz of Opal Handpaint sport weight, destined to become a shawl, and that's a lot of yarn for a small cat to carry. (I just checked again and she's got 7 skeins, balls or cakes of yarn on her pillow. She's sound asleep, snuggled with her yarn kittens.)
For the record, she loves Mr. Ken. Of all the men I dated, he's the one she picked for her very own. She helped nurse him back to health, and she comes when he calls her. She won't, however, sit on his lap. Mine is the only lap she'll occupy, and usually for just a few minutes at a time.