I've started the back of my husband's sweater (again). I do have the first two I started, although one is frogged down to the beginning of the arm holes. I am not happy with either of the first two attempts. The first one came out the wrong size (wayyyy too long) and the second one...well...my modification to the pattern was, shall we say, a bit off.
So I've started the back a third time. I cast on the 127 stitches (okay, it took me 3 attempts, but I finally got it right), rolled up the cast on stitches on the one needle together with the second (empty) needle and ball of wool, tucked it all into my chair and went to bed.
In the morning I discovered the needle with the cast on stitches was over by the front door and the empty needle plus ball of wool was still in my chair and the two parts of the third attempt at the back of my husband's sweater were no longer connected.
Yes...sometime in the night puma cat Chibi had a wool snack.
How much the puma ate I still don't know. I stayed home with her and waited for wailing and/or a trip to the cat ER, but aside from a few instances of hearing her meow pitiously from the basement and me running down to find her just sitting at the bottom of the steps looking quizzically at me ("what, mom? Something wrong???") the day passed (no pun intended) without incident.
I now bury my wool projects under a pile of synthetic stuff, which she will not touch. Apparently she is not only a wool thief but a yarn snob.