Girlie's son (aka Wart, Brain Trust, Boy the Younger) is determined to catch Blackberry this morning. He's given up on flat out chasing, finally. He tried building the presents into a barricade around the tree, hoping to trap her in a dead end. He underestimated her agility and general wiggle-ability. He keeps rebuilding, and she keeps breeching.
Now he's got the wrapped boxes set up in a wall across the living room. I reminded him she can leap about chest-high, but he's convinced she'll be panicked and "forget" she can jump. It'll never happen, but they're both getting some great exercise. I love her insolent binkies every time she escapes.