on my little rascal...

So, this is my life. Eisley figured out how to climb onto our side table and she now manages to find a way to do this every single morning, one way or another. Oh, dear.

You should see the look of pure, unadulterated joy on her face when I find her sitting up there. Scaling that table makes her happier than a bowlful of frozen blueberries. (And, if you know anything about Eisley, that's really saying something.)