Miss P has beans. Lots of them. I think it may be linked to the change in season. Whatever it is, she has disgraced herself somewhat over the last week. First - the sorry case of the butchered mouse, indigestion and carpet cleaner. Then there was chairgate - the beautiful chair, that I still have not yet shared with you, apparently with a button that was providing bother. It needed to be dug out of course. With as many claws as possible. Then this morning - at approximately 5 am, someone decided that climbing the wardrobe was of vital importance, as was scratching said beautiful chair and generally running around like a Tasmanian devil. And then, when shut out of the bedroom, scratching at the door - paintwork and carpet - until bare wood was reached. But come 7 am, someone was so tired that they weren't that fussed about breakfast. Arghhh!
I think she has become immune to the calming influence of Feliway. Sigh.