It's obvious now. When the peoples are away, the cats play.
On the bead table, no less.
It could have been worse. But everyone (cats and dog) scattered as soon as I walked into the living room/studio and said, "Naughtiness! Naughtiness!"
Surprisingly, no one took credit. But here's our culprit, I'm pretty sure.
Sparky, in the throes of kitty-olympics. Witnessed by Heather and Rhea.
Of course, Rhea is not impressed.