All Monsters Go To Heaven, Cats Don't

UPDATE to "RAR! *thunk*"
The other day, my sister called me and said that my nephew re-discovered the monster that I made him for Christmas.  It seems that he was his new favorite companion.  He was even included in the bedtime prayers.  Go Me!
So, that's the good news.  Here's the bad news.  I almost paid the $135 relinquishment fee to take my three cats to the Humane Society.  Really.  I've been working on some nice fingerless gloves for my mother.  Using fingering weight yarn, Jamieson's Shetland Spindrift in Merry Dancer (purdy!) and some size 2 needles, progress has been slow-ish, but steady.  It was my first time knitting in the round on needles smaller than 7.  I quickly learned how to NOT man-handle the needles and warp them beyond recognition.  During an Indiana Jones marathon (YES!!!) I put about two and a half inches on the first glove.  The weekend ends, and on Monday, I went to work like a good little worker bee.  I came home, after 10+ hours of my heels KILLING me, just wanting to relax.  I just wanted to curl up with the kitties and some needles in some frumpy house clothes.  Did that happen? NO.  I walk in, set my things down, and look at my coffee table.  WHERE IS THE GLOVE?  I was on the phone with my mom, and immediately stopped listening to her, sorry Mom, but it's true.  I was having a moment of inner panic.  Please forgive me (you're my mom, you're contractually obligated to forgive me, FYI.).  The ball was on the table, but the glove was not.  Following the trail of yarn, I found the now cat hair filled glove in the kitchen.  I'm not gonna lie to you, there were curse words, and threats of shiny new tennis rackets strung with cat gut.  Sorry again Mom.  The total damage count was as follows:
2 missing double-pointed needles
4 missing stitch markers
10 dropped stitches(the worst was three rows down)
Elevendy-Billion cat hairs permanently fused into my knitting
3 grounded kitties
I was really mad.  I mean, if they had EVER messed with my yarn before, I would have taken measures to protect my work in progress.  I eventually found the needles, the stitch markers are still MIA.  Those buggers are going to be impossible to locate.  And, I haven't mustered the will to repair the damage to the knitting. But it's ok, because I fight back.  And I fight dirty.  Behold, embarrassing photos of the cats.  Enjoy.