Devil in a Cute White Cat Suit

Well, the cat is in the doghouse.  We're having our laminate floors installed next Monday, and yesterday I spent a lot of time buying two rugs, one of which is below.

The guilty party
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When I bought the first rug and brought it home, Buttercup immediately started crawling all over it and, of course, clawing it.  Grrrr.  

I decided to go back for the second rug, brought that one home, and the same thing.  She loves them.  I yelled at her, threw some flooring samples in her general direction (she chased them, then returned to the rug), to no avail.  She was possessed.  (Nota bene:  I know I'm not supposed to throw things at the cat, but my spray bottle has disappeared.)

Perhaps this rug has catnip woven into the fiber?  It's suspiciously green . . .

Last night, as I was trying to go to sleep, I heard her scratching the rug again, and leapt up, kicked her out of the room, and closed the door.  I figured that one night of not hearing Buttercup scratching the rug or clawing the push pins off the bulletin board or playing with electric cables under the table would do me good.  (Generally, the time to hear these things and have to get up is 3:30 AM or so.)

So this morning, as my Loved One was up and about, he left the door open.  Buttercup rushed in and . . . do I need to spell it out for you?  I leapt up again, tripped over something, wrenched my leg, banged my shoulder into the desk, and wound up bumping my head in the corner behind the door, which slammed, and the whole impact caused a picture to fall off the wall in the hallway!  

  My adorable kitty going about her adorable kitty business.

Nothing like starting your day with a bang!  As my daughter said, that's one way to close a door.