Yarn cat

Once upon a time, there was a cat.
Who was, in fact, a CD rack.
Made of wire and two well-placed marbles.

This cat belonged to a student, who rented a flat at the back of a batty middle-aged woman's house. Upon finishing her degree, the student gathered her belongings and left, leaving the cat with the batty woman (who was known, not only for her battiness, but also for her ... no, not her cattiness, but her battiness about cats) as she was sure the batty woman would take good care of her.
The batty middle-aged cat lady took the cat inside and stood her by the front door, where she greeted everyone as they came in, mostly by tripping them up as they walked past, since the cat was extremely transparent and often went unnoticed. When the batty cat lady's own toes were thus assailed one day, she uttered some unmentionable words and set about finding another use for the cat.
And so it came about that the cat was transformed from CD rack to yarn holder, with the help of some laminating waste cut into mega-bobbins and a small portion of the batty lady's considerable yarn collection.
And now the cat resides on a table, where it proudly bristles with pleasure whenever anyone looks at it. From time to time, it even changes colour, just like a chameleon.
But only if it feels so inclined.