Where Do You Land on the Mischief Scale?
I was watching my cat systematically knock every single coaster off the coffee table this morning, and it honestly made me wonder where she'd land on a universal mischief scale. It wasn't that she was hungry or bored; she was looking me dead in the eye with every thud, just to see what I'd do. That's the thing about mischief—it isn't usually about being mean or destructive. It's about that weird human (and apparently feline) urge to poke the status quo just to see if it pokes back. ...