The experience was hell, I can't believe a human would do that to me! All I had to do was sleep and use the litter pan! There were no ankles to maul, no servants to do my bidding and scratch me behind the ears.
There were, however, rolls of toilet paper to be unraveled and counters to climb on. Evan and Sudha long since stopped putting toilet paper in the holder downstairs, deliberately stealing my fun. But not to worry, there was one upstairs. I took the liberty of unrolling it for them and spreading it around the floor of the bathroom.
I spent a lot of quality time on the counter, next to the dishes in the tray that Evan washed just before he left. I wouldn't want them to be bereft of beautiful cat hair!
Evan came back on Monday night. I made my displeasure known by meowing a lot, dashing around, and helping him unpack. I tried to open his suitcase for him using my teeth and claws, he didn't seem to appreciate it. He did serve me a delicious meal of fine Whiskas food. A purr comes to the surface when I think about it.
Last night, I spent some time asleep in Evan's underwear drawer. He was putting away the laundry, and was quite taken aback that I was there. But really, he left it open, so what did he expect?
I got so used to being on the counter over the weekend, and I jumped up there again this morning, and sniffed at the dishes. I got quite a large spray of water from the bottle! Curses.
Anyway, for good measure, I swiped at Evan's hands and head as he went up and down the stairs. He's gone to work now. Let's see what else I can destroy!
Was finding Harriet in the underwear drawer as traumatic as finding the singing fish in the bathroom?
ReplyDeleteThe cat is infinitely more cute than that infernal singing fish.
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