Gizmo was on the top of the fridge. Eva found this unacceptable. She marched into the kitchen, wagged her finger at the cat, and said with her most stern voice, "Gizmo Ann Kershaw, get down right now!"
The cat wasn't impressed.
Tonight she tried a new tactic. She got a can of raisins, pulled one out and said in a syrupy voice, "Come on kitty. Try it. You'll like it!"
She did not come for the raisin.
Also, Izzy found her feet. And her love for crinkly toys. And her drool box.