About 11 p.m. every night, once Mr. Smith and I have turned off the TV and are drifting off to sleep (and Coop's snug in his kennel), Abby waltzes into our bedroom, jumps on the dresser, and proceeds to knock things off until her Momma wakes up. Once I get up from the bed, I have to put fresh cat food in her dish and take it from the kitchen to the guest bedroom, where I shut her up in there for the night. (With a litterbox... easy PETA.) This is her bedroom, and everyone knows it.
She loves to eat/obliterate any and all flowers that Mr. Smith may on occasion bring home.
And, above all, this Diva likes to look at her Momma with this disdainful expression each and every day.
The joy of raising children...