A Cord Too Far

So much for trying to relax!  Nikita has been very busy most of the day.  Aside from a couple of meetings of the Cat Council, her efforts have mostly been directed at pushing me over the edge.

First, she stole food from the fridge:    Yum!  Turkey!  Oh, I must have what's left in that bag!  Look, Mama!  Over there!  Yes -- out the window!  *hee hee hee*  Nabs the bag and sprints out of the kitchen.  Nom, nom, nom.  Ha ha!  Mama is busy doing something unimportant -- I think she calls it "work."  Goodness, how delicious!  I think I'll just leave the bag here on the living room floor, just as a reminder of the power structure here.  Hides under the chair and waits for me to discover the crime. 

 

And here it is:

 

 Pleads not guilty.  Who, me?  I would never do such a thing!

 

 then exits through the portal.  Attends a rather brief meeting of the Council.  She's  back!  Spots my camera on the table.  Die!  You evil thing!  Die!  Tries to kill it.  Mama, why did you take it away?  You are the meanest Mama ever!  FINE, I'll kill your feet instead!  What?  Did that hurt?  Oh, pardon me, I am so NOT sorry.  You have more socks, don't you?  Hey, you cut my claws, so I am entitled to go after your toes.  That's the way it is, deal with it.  Coward, why did you tuck your feet under the quilt?  That won't stop me.  Scuffling noises and the occasional squeak.  Well, I can wait.  Just know one thing, Mama, I have way more patience than you do....

 

Multiple assaults on the mantle.  Maybe she should try to climb up the wall.  Wasn't there a bug there the other night?  Better inspect everything closely.  Now what, Mama?  I'm just keeping us safe.  That bug is probably hiding under the picture even now and you are preventing me from doing my job.  What?  I never prevent you from doing YOUR job!  No, I don't!  Just work around me, for Pete's sake.

 Spots the remote control.  Stalking, stalking.  One, two, three....POUNCE!  Gotcha!:

 

Another Council meeting.  She returns, seemingly exhausted.  Refuses to discuss what happened.  Mutters something about meeting with the Executive Committee...Swooooooooosh!  Into the kitchen.  Chomp, chomp, chomp.

I foolishly assume she's eating her food.  Wrong!  She chewed through another power cord for my Samsung Tablet.  The one it took so much effort to replace.  I am fuming.  For once, she appears (notice I say appears) to be feeling just a hint of remorse.

Evidence:  

Thoroughly vexed, I put her in Time Out.  She is now mewing and crying.