Yesterday I came home with a fever. I got into my "cocoon" and slept until 6 this morning. Since I am usually on the road by 5:10 AM Monday through Thursday, I believe Miss Ellie may have taken the late wake up as a sign that I was gonna come back and play.
I suspect, upon realizing that I was not just running to the store without her, she decided to exact her revenge the best way possible. Again.
She also took out some frustration on a bag of Sixlets from the cabinet.
Nothing smells better than coffee grounds, popcorn, and bananas. Except, of course, my dog after she eats all of those things.