Santa's Satan's Little Helper

Wrapping presents with cats around is such an endeavor. Cats are all about entitlement. They assume that anything placed on the floors is a cat toy, intended for nothing but their amusement. If I spread out a quilt to baste, it takes about two minutes before I have two furry, purring bodies sprawled across it. Board games incite Mittens to stalk from across the room, then run and skid onto the board. But wrapping paper! Wrapping paper provides a whole wonderland of cat fun.

Shockingly, the offender was not the cat you would expect. She was busy having a pedicure.
This one, on the other hand, was a Class A Nuisance. She padded across the gift shirts, which had been neatly folded, ready for boxes. Back and forth. Short break to sit in the gift box. Back to back and forth.She discovered an empty tube from a roll of wrapping paper.
And proceeded to happily gnaw the crap out of it while battering it with her hind claws. At least she was out of the way.

Until... "What? Did you need something?"