Tonight, in my ongoing redo-the-home-office project, I put together a bookshelf.

I did several like this some months ago, and Mickie was so intent on being right in the middle of everything that I literally had to assemble it around her, thus giving new meaning to the term “kit furniture”.

Mickie’s about 18 months old now. She may have just been trying to be a cool teenager, but as I was noisily constructing away tonight, she gave me a Look from the adjacent chair, displeased that I had disturbed her nap. If she had eyebrows she would have raised one.

But a few minutes later, she did walk all over the back of my masterpiece, and once it was upright, she jumped up briefly to check out one of the shelves. Since she didn’t leave an “Inspector 12” sticker anywhere, I’m going to convince myself that this was a return to kitten mode. Eeeeyup.