For months this has been the perpetual state of my dining room table, I mean ALL THE TIME. Kessa is living larger than life in here and it always looks like a drunken librarian threw up all over my table and then exploded, leaving book guts all over the place, including the floor against the wall.
Oh stop. You know it could happen. 
Leave Kes alone. She is dedicated.
I think the table looks very nice, and orderly, and the floor is very neat too… I like it, and wish my table looked half as good…
I am pretty sure your table looks BETTER! I wish I could see it to evaluate…
Learn to live with it, it will never change.
Oh , but, it WILL change. Some sad, lonely day, far into the future when she is no longer living here with us, I will look at my table and think that it is the saddest, loneliest looking, (albeit, clean), table I have ever witnessed. and then I will dissolve into a pool of tears. When I finally come to, I’ll be ticked off that she’s no where around to clean up the mess I’ve made in the floor. THAT will never change. LOL
This is my vision of the future.