Speaking of Kitten from Hell with opposable thumbs ... I was quite engrossed in important work on my computer for a while last night. OK, I was playing Snood. Anyhow, I was single-mindedly working the mouse, and paying no attention to what was going on behind me in the living room. Then the jingling became too persistent, and I realized something was wrong.
I keep all of Kitten from Hell's extra toys in a big plastic tub with a snap-on lid. She'd figured out the "snap-off" part of "snap-on" and had liberated all of her toys. The dozen furry little fake mice, which were kept in a nice see through plastic bag, had been scattered to the winds. The little stuffed animals were now free-range stuffed animals. The plastic balls with the jingle-bells inside had been rolled underneath every piece of furniture that was high enough to accomodate toys under-foot. The ping-pong balls have yet to be found. I took a picture of her amidst her booty, and here it is: