November 8
Ruth: What, no Nikita postings tonight? It is boring here. I need some entertainment!
Responses:
- Me: Ruth, she has been sleeping most of the evening, with occasional forays onto the mantle. However, she is now on full alert: ears up, eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at me from across the room. Bracing myself...And, here we go...SHe is looking up at the pictures on the dining room walls, looking back at me, looking up at them again...Paw snaking out, batting the frame. Picture begins to knock against the wall, momentarily startling her. She recovers, gives me the stink eye for laughing at her. POOF! Now she has disappeared.
- Me: the suspense is killing me. What is her next move? No noise at all. Where is she?
(12 minutes later) She's back! Ever so casually jumps on the coffee table. Agreeably gets down when I ask. What kind of mind-game is she playing now? Back on the coffee table, jumps off, looking longingly at the apothecary chest. Whoa! Flying leap to the mantle. Picture swinging on the wall, clock about to topple to the floor. I yell STOP. She turns slowly, "what is your problem?" Begins clawing at my antique quilts. - Now she's back on the bookcase. I tell her to get down. She looks over at me, and promptly lies down and makes herself comfortable on top of it. Quite indignant when I pick her up. Squealing noises as she resumes The Great Mantle Siege of 2012.
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