Cogito, ergo meow

 Yesterday was a busy day. Let's start where we left off. Two nights ago the door was closed, I was pissed, I brought a protest avocado.

That opened the door so I managed to get some screaming before bed. Not sure why they kicked me out after that.

The day was going as usual, when the Assholes brought in a rug. All 3 of us immediately decided to inspect it.

The criteria for acceptance was the following:

• Does it feel good under my paws?
• Can I nap comfortably on it?
• Do the fibers feel nice under my claws?
• Is it a good rug to puke on?

While I was writing my report, they put it down. The nerve, I hadn't decided if it could stay yet! I went to check it out and turns out it makes me look fabulous! Those colors really highlight my fur!

K, it can stay. I immediately decided it was mine. I would die for this rug. So obviously I had to kick Ash's butt when he tried to lay on it.

It's mine, Ash.

PS, I allowed Oswin one pic on it. She's usually super dull, but even she looks good on my rug.

At night the door was closed again. Ugh. I remembered the avocado in the bathroom, so I brought the next logical thing: a toast.

They still went to bed without opening the door. Assholes. But early in the morning one of them went to the bathroom and I sneaked in. He couldn't take me out, so he told me to be a good girl and "Do not scream, Cali". I was so happy that I started screaming. I mean, it was obvious that was going to happen.

But they have no chill and they kicked me out. I was so annoyed I brought a donut.

Open the door, dammit. I need to scream then go guard my rug!