My nuthouse

Well, this morning my house turned into a nuthouse all because of Tiger.  Tiger is my granddaughter's muted tortise shell cat.  2 years old and has the usual personality of a tortie.  Lousy.  She is constantly into everything.  She is always on my computer desk.  Well today, for some reason, she decided to push my computer tower off the desk, narrowly missing Duncan, sending my pens, stapler, everything flying.  Hopefully, my computer is intact since I am using it.  She is not in my good graces.  In fact, I seriously considered just opening the door and shoving her out.  But I didn't.