Keiko has, in the time it took me to write a couple of emails, created a swath of carnage through the living room. Adding to her previous shredding of a bolster pillow, a throw pillow and the cover of my copy of Knit Knit, she has now destroyed:
a) a pencil, left in a neat pile
b) my Great-Aunt Margie's hand crocheted afghan : (
c) another throw pillow
d) the cushion to an upholstered chair (her favourite)
Now the little minx is lying contritely at my feet, having retrieved her ball without me even asking, and chewing contentedly on it.
She has a very effective way of telling me I shouldn't be wasting time on a silly box of plastic when I could be playing with HER!