Rug Rage

Never on Sunday?  Right

Early this morning I stumble into the living room, still half asleep.  Nikita is thrilled.  "You're up!  YAY!"  Much rolling around on the floor.  PURRRRRRR.  Immediately jumps on the table.  I tell her to get down.  She does so, but flounces off in a huff.  Suddenly there she is...takes a running leap onto the hallway rug.  Rides it until the leading edge hits the front door.  WHOOSH...she bolts at warp speed into the kitchen.  Apparently has decided to take refuge in the dish rack.  Clink.  Ping.  No sound of breaking glass, thank goodness.  Sounds of her eating.  Nothing works up a hunger more than an abbreviated ride on the hallway rug.

Black Lightning!  She comes flying back into the living room.  Lands on the back of the sofa.  So pleased with herself that she simply must claw on the fabric.  Now on the upper sill of the window.  YIKES!  She comes hurtling through the blinds and lands beside me.   Finds her stick and begins her mind control..."You will play stick with me.  You will play stick with me."  Sees that I am busy.  Irritated now, she takes a quick run at the apothecary chest.  Then up on the mantle.   "Mama, look!  What are you going to do??"  Leaps from mantle to the sofa, somehow managing to land instead on the computer, shutting it down.  I say a few choice words.  Beside herself with joy, she resumes clawing the fabric.  I have to replace the power cord, but, for once, have a backup.  Ha!

Momentarily at a loss, Nikita stops, looking at me.  Clearly wrestling with her conscience.  Ah, just can't help herself.  Jumps on the bookcase.  I stand up...A brief flash of cat and she is gone...

She is obsessed with her stick:

 Fabulous mid-air catch:

Thanks, Debbie, for these pics!