Kikumaru and George Eliot (or Kiku-kun and Geor-damn it-Stop it! as they have come to be known) on the day I first brought them home.
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber about one week ago. No it is not the same chair, but it is the same size and style of chair. G.E. ruined the dark blue chair.
Kikumaru in what she belives to be her own, personal air-conditioner... Yes, she throws a temper tantrum when told to remove herself from the premises. *rolls eyes* I am sure the neighbors wonder why it is that I seem to like yelling, "Get out of my Fridge!!"
And, because modern technology is so nifty, a video of Georgie-porgie doing what it is she does so well--wreaking havoc.
(To be fair it wasn't very nice of me to leave a bag that smelled of beef jerky where she could get to it, but to be even more fair, note how totally uninterested Kiku-kun is. Now there is a good kitty).
Click the (totally unrelated) baby picture of G.E. attempting to acheive the Hand of God (or perhaps, just get the lid off the cask of stones so that she can spread them to the four corners of my living room--who really knows).