[17strings]

A long time ago, we had a beautiful grey cat who grabbed a threaded needle from the table, unbeknownst to me when I was distracted with a phone call. I was frantic when I discovered it missing. I knew it had to be her, despite having other cats, this caper had her MO written all over it. I watched the litterbox every time she used it, and was eventually rewarded with a suspiciously pointed, uh, “specimen”. Thread and needle were both inside, the former all in knots and the latter stained a peculiar multicolored hue from the digestive juices, and the cat was okay, and lived to be 20. I miss her a lot. She’s on the list of most memorable ones, for sure!

[ponygirl]

When I was a kid, we had a little pekinese who would snuffle around in my mother's sewing room. One night, my father was watching TV with little dog on his lap and as he was scratching her neck, he got a prick on the thumb that drew blood. When he looked closer, he found a needle poking out of her neck. He pulled it out and it came through her neck...turned out to be a straight sewing pin.

Another time, she was having breathing problems (honking, wheezing the way smush-faced dogs will do). But she got really bad until she was wheezing several times a day. A visit to the vet and an x-ray revealed a threaded needle, which had embedded in the roof of her mouth. The thread had floated down the back of her throat, causing the wheezing. After that, we put a baby gate across the sewing room door.