The Cat.

I was honestly starting to tolerate that cat a bit better.
I bought new curtains for the breakfast room, knowing there was a risk that the cat would mess with them.
Imagine my delight/relief when she seemed more interested in the mini blind hardware, and not the curtains.
Remove the attractive plastic stick, and pin up the cords, and presto, the problem disappears, no?
Sigh.
We got home last night, cat greets us at the door as usual.
As I am taking off my coat, I hear the cat scamper about the room a bit, look over and see the cat clawing the new curtain, and actually looking over her shoulder to make sure I see her do it.
I'm just not a cat person, but my daughter is.