AND THE PICTURES KEEP TUMBLING DOWN

Just got home...Nikita has had all day to come up with innovative schemes to drive me nuts. She is starting with tried and true favorites, however. Up on the mantle...Now on the bookcase...Now on the Mantle...you get the idea.

Disappeared for a few minutes.  Powdering her nose, no doubt.  Comes running back in.  Full out assault on another hanging picture!   

CRASH!!!!!!!

I look over and see that yet another large framed picture has come down.  

 

 

 

 

 

Notice the broken frame.  Notice, too, how completely NOT guilty she looks!  She is actually rather proud of herself.  Just jumped up on the mantle, trying for the daily double -- assault on the picture hanging on that wall.  I say "Don't you dare!"  She glances back.  "What's wrong?  You're a grumpy guss, aren't you?"  I try to pick her up off the mantle.  She digs in.  Entire thing is swaying.  Finally I get her down.  She runs over to the now bare wall across the room.  Examines it closely.  "Hmmm....didn't there used to be a picture hanging here?  I wonder what happened?  Mama, do you know where it is?"

Back to the mantle.  Picture is swinging.  Squeaking from the cat.  Something beyond squeaking from me.   

Mad dash to the hallway.  "That rug is TOAST!"  She is on an adrenaline high.  Runs madly through the apartment.  BANG..something hits the front door.  "Mama, I didn't hit the front door!  Something invisible did.  My anti-lock brakes work just fine."