So one of our cats is one of the types who obeys the rules as long as we’re around. If she didn’t get caught, she did nothing wrong, right? I came home and went into the kitchen, putting away groceries etc.
Tabby must have figured that I would be busy in there for awhile so she started clawing the back of the armchair. She didn’t count on two things:
1. Me forgetting something on the table and going back out into the dining room, where I could see the chair (and her)
2. Her claws getting stuck in the fabric upon this event.
Sheer and total panic. She even meowed at me, I’m guessing something like “this isn’t what it looks like.”
But I know. It’s EXACTLY what it looked like.