Psychatic:

This, above, has been the Taxi-cat's modus operandi for most of this afternoon -- a restless, miaowing blur. I kind of wish she could speak English so she could let me know what's bothering her.

Finally, I set up a little nest for her under the sunniest window corner in the Housie, right next to my wobbling stack of library books. I couldn't force her to sit there, but eventually she found her way over there on her own. This was her response:

-- I think she liked it okay.