While not made of wood, this is my assistant in the shop for 18 years - all 17 pounds of her. She is shown in her usual highly alert posture, always on guard against any critters that might attack. Dainty little thing !
An outstanding helper, always ready to give advice, but quiet, never criticizes anything I do, always ready to watch my progress.
She has even learned to eat roasted peanuts - as long as I shell them for her.
5/12/17 - UPDATE: Sasha (AKA "Fat Cat") passed away 2 weeks ago. She was about 18 years old (her predecessor lived 21 years). I still look for her following as I walk out to get the paper every morning. Her chair in the shop is empty. Wanda caught me saying "Hi, kitty" as I walked out into the garage today.
11/25 - I still have not removed her chair from the shop; I still expect her to jump in my lap when I sit down in my chair.