Ameowsement

 Finally I was feeling better. No more sleepiness, I was able to slap Ash when he tried to fight me, everything was good in the world. I decided to pamper myself: I was going to scream in the bathroom for a couple of hours then nap. But of course the bathroom door was closed. That threw my full schedule, so inconsiderate! They just lay in bed for hours and hours and I'm supposed to just wait for them? Just let me do my screaming, damn it. I got the chameleon all the way up to protest.

I expect for that door to be open tonight, K?

You might be wondering... how many protest toys do you have, Cali? I have a dedicated box:

It's at the bottom of the stairs. I like soft, squishy, feathery, easy to carry. My favourite is the flamingo. And the mint. And the toast. And the egg. And the chameleon. And the donut. They're all mine. But I'm not sure the box is the right place for them. I like to move them to the bathroom door. Here is the box after a week of relocation:

But somehow they all end up in the box again, it's so frustrating. The right place for them is the bathroom, duh. Sometimes I have really busy weeks:

And some other weeks, like this one, I take it easy, only one toy at the time. It's so annoying when The Assholes mess with my system. Each toy has a purpose and a place.

I don't understand how this is such a difficult concept. Door should be open so I can place my toys and scream my little heart out.

Ugh, I'm so misunderstood.