A lot of nice looking flake knives in there. I had a cat like that too, Gypsy. Comfortable enough around me to give birth to her babies in my shop right before my eyes. Most cats try to hide 'em somewhere. Sweet girl she was.
Lady's a sweetheart. Her sister's solid black, and all muscle. The Mrs. has a real soft spot for orphaned/abandoned kittens. Which is how we came to have twelve of them running around the house. The intention is always to just foster them 'til she finds them other homes, but you know (or can imagine) how that goes.
The downside is they like to pick up artifacts I leave lying out and re-locate them to their secret hidey holes; we only discover them by accident, a long time later. (Except for the kitty treats I find stashed in my shoes when I put them on in the morning).