Small battle of wills with new kitten last night on account of she wanted to sit on the
dining table when we were having dinner and I thought that was not such a good idea.
I gently disengaged her from the tablecloth and put her on the floor two or three times
before she seemed to get that she wasn't welcome.
"See? " I said smugly to Idris, " You just have to show them who's in charge. "
Something caught my eye. I turned and there was new kitten swinging like a little furry
pendulum, suspended on the bottom of my silk dining room curtains.
I'm pretty sure she was grinning.