Our new kitten, Jezebel, now ten months old, is proving to be quite the challenge. She hasn't grown into the huge Maine Coon that we expected, but has remained the tiniest ballerina of a kitten. And she has a whole lot of terrorist packed into that tiny frame. Every day we wake up to find something new that she has gotten into. Last week it was the plants in the living room window. She did enough damage that the plants ALL had to be repotted.
The next couple of days she was interested in the silk flower arrangement on the dining room table.
Then she became interested in things left on the coffee table overnight. My drum mallets, pens, the remote . . .
This morning I came downstairs to find that she's discovered the roll of paper towels that we leave on the kitchen counter. Wait, let me rephrase that. The roll of paper towels that we now keep locked up in a cabinet under the kitchen sink.
She's a gem, though, our Jezebel.