Our Nocturne ought to be a dictator or something...

Nocturne deliberately imposes sanctions.  Leaving her alone for
overnight?  She'll eat a cactus and dismember an action figure--all
the bad things she never does when we are home.  Starting the vaccuum
cleaner?  Prepare to have the contents of the litterbox exhumed onto
the floor.  Fortunately this behaviour mostly stopped when she got the
kittens to keep her company when we're not home...the deliberate,
selective application of a bad behaviour to counter anything we did
that SHE did not like smacked of the kind of feline cunning I do not
care to contemplate.

The strangest thing was her grudge against my imported Rodimus Prime
PVC figure.  I could leave PVCs of the "Villains" all over my desk and
bed table; they remained untouched.  But Nocturne would scale the book
case to seek out Rodimus and rend him limb from limb.

The black kitty says:

"Bad luck?  Bad LUCK?!  Foolish Human!  All your misfortune has been
DELIBERATE, thanks to my painstaking calculations!  LUCK has NOTHING
to do with it!"  --Nocturne, Queen of You

--Fil