Unsurprisingly, I am not faring well in this battle.
Recently, I was trying to get some work done at the kitchen table and Melly refused to get off. She kept walking across my papers or laying on top of them, and every time I put her on the floor, she jumped right back up. After removing her for the trillionth time, I had an idea: I put an empty box on the table, reasoning that if Melly couldn't be removed, she could at least be contained.
"This is a very cozy box, Mom.
How nice of you to put it exactly where I wanted to be."
"The edge is at perfect chin height."
"And I can keep an eye on things."
"Is that a fly?!"
"Mom! There's a fly!
You should get it. I'm not moving."