
Scout has now taken to getting up onto the mantel and going on a kitten rampage: knocking off knickknacks, chewing on picture frames, walking back and forth until all of Bethesda’s memory pieces (her paw print in clay, the cards we received) are scattered on the floor.
So, enough is enough. I’ve moved everything off the mantle for now. A broken picture frame wouldn’t break my heart but if Bethesda paw print cracked on the hearth below I just might hold it against him.
Little miscreant.