Fear less, meow more

 The bathroom door remained closed. Sigh. But the Assholes didn't pick up the toys and I felt like the door was a bit cluttered.

 I decided I needed a new place to dump my protest toys, so one night I chose the chameleon:

The Assholes had vacuumed on the weekend, so great opportunity to also leave some hair behind. They now have to either pick it up or vacuum again, muahaha.

Figured they'd walk by the chameleon on the way up and say "we better leave the bathroom door open for Cali tonight".

But the door remained closed.

I had to take action, so I added a shrimp and more hair the next night:

There's no way for them to ignore it now!

This time I even left some dark hair too. I better prepare to get rid of some orange for a full party.

Anyway, this is all done at night, so in the mean time some things happened during the day. We had a roommates meeting, observing proper distance because tempers get ignited when we're too close to each other:

And we received a delivery:

But the worst thing also happened. In the middle of the afternoon, for no reason, Ash was given wet food on MY counter. WTF, that's my counter. Probably my food too. Why does he get special treatement? Afternoons we get dry food, not wet! You can see in my face that I was not OK with this:

This sucks. I don't feel valued as head of the household. And the door was closed last night too. I had to take drastic measures. If they don't respect me, no more protest toys. So I got the toys put away. Or something like that:

I even got it all on camera. Turn the volume on, you'll hear my awesome screaming. It was a great performance, even without the bathroom acoustics:

That'll teach them! Bet the bathroom door will be open tonight.