Mom is mad at me. Again. She is always complaining. She told me that I am displaying behavior unbecoming of a feline. Whatever. She is displaying behavior unbecoming of a human.
She is mad because I am so clever and outwit her every chance I get. The other day she left a cabinet door open, so I did what any enterprising kitty would do: I went exploring. And guess what I found? A hole that led to a secret hiding spot behind the dishwasher. Perfect for naps.
Mom was not amused. She was mad. And she yelled at me.
It was her fault for leaving the door open. I am cat. So naturally I am curious. It would be un-feline of me to ignore such an obvious invitation.
And I am the best feline ever.
Today she is extra mad because I outsmarted her. Again. The cabinet door is baby proof, but not Emeril proof. I squeezed and contorted my body through that open sliver and took a nap in the cabinet. I would have gotten away with it too, but she is so sneaky! She caught me and started hollering at me. Again.
I meowed that I was merely getting a drink. She didn’t believe me.
Rude. So very, very rude.
Now she has a chair wedged against the door so I cannot wiggle it open. Mean. Then she gets mad because I jumped on the chair and peered into the sink. Well, what was I supposed to do? She obviously placed the chair there for me to jump on and go sightseeing.
I had never been in the sink before, and she let Mo nap in the sink. So why am I not allowed to check it out?
It is unfair.
Thankfully, mommy is very forgetful. She will forget she is mad at me and rub my belly when I purr at her. She will stay up too late then forget to push the chair against the cabinet when she goes to bed. I will wait until she starts snoring then wiggle my way back into the cabinet and my secret spot.
Until she catches me the next morning. Yells. And puts the chair against the cabinet door.
Rinse and repeat. It is how I roll.