This is not a recent thing, but a discussion with a friend and sorting through the yarn for the dye room re-setup brought it to mind.
The (late) Ancient Cat once had the best queen of all the cats moment. I had this big wheel of yarn, on a cone. (Basically, picture a roll of toilet paper 8 inches high and over a foot across, but the 'toilet paper' is wound yarn.)
She pranced downstairs, and saw this. Her little kitty eyes just went wide and she staaaaaaaared. And then she hopped up on it and muffin-posed with her little feet tucked under her fluff and began purring SO loud with the most pleased-with-herself look ever. She was all, 'I have the BEST yarn of all the cats, I have a yarn THRONE!!!' <smug>
It was perhaps one of the most jaw-droppingly adorkable things I have ever seen in all my life. We never had the heart to even use that yarn after that. I mean. How could we steal the queen's throne? She perched on it every time she was in the room until it eventually moved, at which point she would stalk around the room crying piteously until after a day or two of feeling like the worst monsters that ever lived we bought her a little stool to perch on as a new throne.