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It all started out with the plumber. Because there was a stranger in the house, and my cat hates strangers in the house, and hides in the basement until hours after they've left. So apparently my cat was angry at having spent so much time in the basement - but who knows really? It's a cat.
Anyhow, I was getting ready to go to bed, meaning I was in bed, settling down, watching a movie. I had a big glass of water on the bedside table, because I get thirsty at night. My cat can't resist a glass of water, normally he likes to drink from my cup; but last night, instead of drinking my water, or playing with my water, he sauntered right up to it, in cat fashion, and smacked the glass right over.
THWAP!
So I yelled at the cat, cleaned up the water, and got a new glassfull.
THWAP!
Three more times he did this, despite being yelled at and smacked, and every time looking up at me afterwards, as if surprised, "I didn't know there was water in there."
I gave up.
Michelle Zero.
Cat One.
Cat Three.
And yes, I'm keeping score.
Anyhow, I was getting ready to go to bed, meaning I was in bed, settling down, watching a movie. I had a big glass of water on the bedside table, because I get thirsty at night. My cat can't resist a glass of water, normally he likes to drink from my cup; but last night, instead of drinking my water, or playing with my water, he sauntered right up to it, in cat fashion, and smacked the glass right over.
THWAP!
So I yelled at the cat, cleaned up the water, and got a new glassfull.
THWAP!
Three more times he did this, despite being yelled at and smacked, and every time looking up at me afterwards, as if surprised, "I didn't know there was water in there."
I gave up.
Michelle Zero.
Cat One.
Cat Three.
And yes, I'm keeping score.