A hunger for literature

Before I leave for work each day, I set up an elaborate system of cordons and blockades that provide Audrey only limited access to the inside of my apartment (i.e the linoleumed kitchen and bathroom). Over time, that access has progressively expanded, to where it now includes my bedroom. After all, as has been previously documented on this blog, Audrey is a den animal at heart, and I am somewhat obligated not to deny her her penchant for hiding under the bed away from the cruel vicissitudes of life (I mean, we all do it -- why shouldn't she be able to?):

But. So I love to read, right? Reading is practically my middle name, as you know. Loving to read means I love books. Let me paint you a little picture here. Here are some of the books that I love, which are to be found in my bedroom:Audrey, whom I also occasionally love, has recently taken an interest in many of my favorite books as well:While it may seem from the picture above that she's developed a particular taste for Faulker and Salinger, let me assure you that the gremlin is a literary omnivore. So, I hatched a plan. I set out a decoy that she could easily reach...
in the hopes of avoid another repeat performance of this:
And, it worked!
So what do you think? Brilliant, safety-valve of a diversion, or a complete and utterly mixed message?