A love/hate relationship

My kitty, Bubbles (featured in the previously posted video, Kitty Comic Relief ), and I have a love/hate relationship. I don't mean that I love her and she hates me, or visa versa. I mean that I simultaneously lover her and hate her.
Let's sandwich her features and characteristics.

She has the most adorable green eyes, that pierce my soul.
She uses these eyes to look at me like she's going to kill me in my sleep.

She's playful 90% of the time.
She's playful at 12am, running throughout the house as if someone is chasing her. No one is.

She loves to get up in my lap while I'm watching a movie with the kids.
She can't lay down though until she kneads my stomach fat with her front paws.

She's fairly smart. Smart enough to know to run into the kitchen whenever I open the fridge so she can paw at me through the crack in the door.
However, she's not smart enough to pull her paw out when David closes the door.

When she goes into heat, she loves everyone.
When she's in heat she loves everything, including furniture.

She loves to be around, and get attention from, Donovan.
She lays on his toys as he's playing with them so he'll pay attention to her, and even bats his cars away from him.

She's a good kitty, that uses the litter box.
Unfortunately, she litter box retarded. She's goes into her box to use it, but doesn't go in enough to compensate for excrement to come out inside the box. (Her poo is always sitting in the edge of the box- that takes skill.)

And in the last few days, I've learned she loves Christmas.
At least the Christmas tree that she tries to climb, and the skirt that she rolls around in and chews on its tassels.

I could make a pros and cons list, but I fear her cons would outweigh her pros and then I'd kick her to the curb.
Well then... I guess I should focus on her good traits.