Jekyll and Hyde

This morning I sleepily stumbled into the living room to find that Scarlett had tipped my ENTIRE bowl of dried vanilla potpourri over on the floor and then proceeded to play with it aaaaaallll over the living room.

Just peachy.

I turned to scan the room to yell at her and came across this:


I kid you not, this is not the first time I've watched her try to ease out of this predicament. She has taken to sleeping with her back end stuffed down between the couch cushions, with her top end sticking out. This is all well and good until she has to get herself out and finds herself stuck.

Truly, it's hard to be mad at this.