This morning I woke up with Moira curled up under the covers and my arm around her. Very cuddly and comfortable and cute. I carefully extracted myself so as to minimize the disturbance to the feline and started the process of preparing for the day ahead.
Emerging from the shower I noticed that Moira had left the bed. “Must be getting some food,” I thought as I walked to the kitchen to administer scritches. “Huh. Not there. Dining room? Nope. Then where… Oh, she’d better not be…”
I raced to the living room but was too late. A small fuzzy butt was sticking out from behind the couch, poised in mid-pee.
“Nooo! Bad kitty! What are you doing? Why? What did I do to deserve this sort of retaliation?” Harumph. The human is displeased. The cat could not care less.
Le sigh. Tomorrow I’ll probably have to stop at Home Depot and rent an industrial-strength carpet cleaner. Then I’ll need to think of a way to prevent her from trying this again.