Hah, I love this.

Whenever I get up from the couch to grab something, she watches me like this. Then when I come back, she tries to attack me, which is always funny.

I'm lucky that I trained her to stay on furniture. Most of the time. Until she "accidentally" falls off and runs behind the furniture, and then I have to spend the next ten minutes trying to grab her and yelling, "NO, NOT THE PREAMP*!!"


*We don't actually have a preamp anymore, but we used to.