Tito & Me - the pin cushion

Two days ago, I checked on Tito because she was being suspiciously quiet on her bed in the other room. Sure enough, there between her paws, were the remains of a pin cushion (the one that was proudly hand-made by daughter when she was in elementary school, therefore, irreplaceable). The stuffing was pulled out and the fabric was ripped. Moving closer, I saw that her bed was covered with pins and needles. Did she manage to pull them all out? With her mouth? Without sticking herself? Did she swallow any? We'll never know. I watched her all evening for signs of sharp stomach pain. But she is fine.