This cat is my nemesis.

No, seriously. She is. Of course, I love her, and she’s part of our family, but some days I just want to ship her off to the nearest pound. Vann loves her. They are quite the pair…and she really only has love for him. They like to bond together by nestling in on the couch. It’s really heartwarming.

What is not heartwarming, is what a pill she is. I have to shut her out of the office during Charlie’s naptime because she will either A. knock things off the desk, B. walk back and forth on the desk, swishing her tail in your mouth (and lipgloss, on days that I actually make an effort), or c. gnaw on the mess of computer cords under the desk. She can’t just be low-key like Siena and lay in my lap, or perch somewhere hoping for a scratch on the ear.

Here’s the other thing: she’s the scratcher around here. For some reason, Siena limits hers to the magazine rack and an old clothes hamper in our bedroom. Allie loves our new chair. So much so, that I have shrouded it in afghans TRYING to get her to just. leave. it. alone. The common scenario: She crouches in the corner of the room, pointing her beady little eyes at me. She saunters by the chair, and just when I think she might just pass it by, she pounces on it, digging her claws deep inside the microsuede and freezes, all the while knowing I’m up on my feet and throwing the nearest pillow/stuffed animal/shoe at her.

This picture is of Allie laying in the laundry basket that was full of CLEAN clothes yesterday. You might wonder WHY our pantry is a catch-all for everything and I can’t leave anything out in the open…well, she and Charlie, they are a team, and they seek to drive me bananas.

Now, Siena…there’s nothing you can say that’s negative about that little peanut. God really broke the mold when they made her. She’s practically perfect in every way.