Some of you may remember Miranda's insistence that the blankie I had in
her carrier was not supposed to be there, but in the shower stall. Every
day, I would fold it and put it in her carrier, but would later find it
in my shower stall. Sometimes I would catch her dragging it from the
carrier - head held high, legs stiff and to the sides to avoid stepping
on the blankie, looking like a leopard dragging a deer - into the bathroom.

She's at it again, only now it's not the blankie. I bought a rug for the
bathroom, and Miranda has been fascinated by it. She sniffed it, she lay
on it, she crawled under it. Each time I went into the bathroom, the rug
would be crumpled up in a corner.

Early this morning, I woke to the sound of something dragging along the
floor. Of course I had to get up and look. It was Miranda, dragging the
bathroom rug into the living room. I just groaned and went back to bed.
Let her have her fun, we'll see where the rug ended up when I get up
properly.

A while later, the dragging sound came back and went into the bathroom
again. In the morning I found the rug in its original place, a little
crumpled, but obviously she had tried to set it out nicely. So, she'd
had an idea about interior design, she tried it out, it didn't work, so
she brought it back the way it used to be. Ah, the artistic temperament!