When I got home today, Melly was displeased that she was not receiving my undivided attention. She was appeased by Geoff for a while, but wanted down fairly quickly.
She followed me around attacking the broom while I swept the floor, then stood next to me meowing as loudly as she could while I washed dishes. (Her meow, by the way, sounds like one of those exaggeratedly squeaky doors you see in cheesy horror movies. It's a little hard to take seriously.) Since she had food in her bowl, her litter was freshly scooped, and she wasn't hurt, I figured she just wanted attention. I wasn't quick enough in giving in to her demands, so she climbed on the back of the kitchen chair nearest the counter and attempted to leap to the counter. She didn't quite make it that far and ended up a bit stuck.
On her way down, she discovered the delightful crinkliness of the plastic bag on the chair, and proceeded to gnaw on it and attack it for about fifteen minutes. She wore herself right out and is now sleeping on the couch next to me. Now if only she'd sleep at night. :)