Each day provides its own meows

 The bathroom door was closed. All toys were put away. House was spotless. Was is the operative word.

I had a pretty busy night! First I left a donut and a chameleon by the bathroom door. The moment they opened the bathroom, I took the chameleon in:

 But after placing those, I still felt like screaming, so I took a flamingo to the landing:

 Then I loafed while contemplating my handy work. I was impressed with myself. Bet they'll leave the bathroom door open now!

But then... the horror! They closed the bathroom door during the day! This is unacceptable! I already have to spend all night away and now the day too? I immediately grabbed a protest avocado toast.

 And I screamed and I screamed and I screamed. But still the door remained closed. Such bullshit.

BTW Ash tried to be helpful and moved an avocado around the kitchen, but the kitchen doesn't have a door. And he doesn't scream like me. Try again, Ash!

 Finally they opened the door and I screamed and showered. I forgave them because I figured they'd leave the door open at night to compensate. But Assholes gonna asshole, and that night the door was closed. Seriously? They also put all the toys away. How many times do I have to tell them to leave my toys alone? Sigh.

 That night I worked extra hard with the screaming, and got the chameleon and the smaller avocado toast back up. That's their spot, leave my toys alone, dammit. Then some well deserved rest:

 Is my mane glorious or what?

Guess what happened that day. While I was sleeping, they put the toys away. Again. Even tho I said not to. Sigh, dunno how to communicate with these Assholes, maybe I need to learn Assholese?

The indignity of this all fueled a very screamy night. First I brought a chameleon to the bathroom door:

 I thought about moving the monster too, but something distracted me and I didn't finish:

 Finally, I wanted to do something different. Something the Assholes will notice. Sometimes you need more than screaming and toys by the bathroom door. So I moved the kitchen rug and left a calling card:

 They cannot ignore that!

But they didn't tell me anything, cowards. They just left the toast there. So the next night I relocated it. Screaming bloody murder, of course:

 And started moving the monster again, but got distracted again. So much to do and I'm only one!

 And a guava juice for good luck:

 Hard work, but someone has to do it. No, not you, Ash.

I expect the bathroom door to be open tonight. In the mean time, here are some videos of me at work:

 

Good things happen to those who meow

 It's been a while, time for updates. The door remained closed, of course. The Monster has been running around. It's always screaming, or more like screeching. My screams instead sound like a melody. Anyway, the toys have been put away every morning to avoid The Monster's gluttony.

So it was night time, I wanted to scream in the bathroom, the door was closed and there were no toys. Fine, I'll place the toys somewhere The Monster cannot reach them. While screaming bloody murder, of course.

 Breakfast is served, toast, avocado and fur. Did I mention how much I love ripping out for and leaving it as a calling card?

The door remained closed all night. That morning, after The Assholes opened the bathroom door, I was screaming while thinking... how can I make them keep that door open overnight?

The screaming, or maybe the shower, inspired me. Is this what people call Shower Thoughts? Anyway, my idea was simple: I'm going to displace Oswin from her favourite spots so she starts complaining too. Nobody wants 2 grumpy kittens, right? In order to keep the balance, they'll have to make sure one of us stops being grumpy, The Assholes mine me better and so they'll want to make me less grumpy by opening the bathroom door overnight. Brilliant.

First, I laid on Oswin's dinner tree. Every dinner she just lays there and observes every bite of food that goes into The Assholes' mouths. That's where she screams, weird cat.

 Dunno why Ash was there, but you can see Oswin didn't like this at all. She gets The Zoomies when she doesn't get her way. Take that, Assholes!

But what I hadn't anticipated is Ash figuring out my plan and "helping" by laying in Oswin's hammock.

 Oh boy, the hammock is off limits. Oswin was so pissed! There were lots of fights that day. BTW, look at Oswin's "This is bullshit" face:

 Everyone says I'm scary, but look at that face.

Anyway, it didn't work, the bathroom door remained closed. Sigh.

That night I didn't move toys, I needed to strategize next steps. That morning the weather was really nice so The Assholes took us out. We love the outside! But it was windy and Ash got scared. That cat is a big baby.

 You would think the outside break and Ash/hammock situation would signify a truce between Oswin and I. At least she thought that, until I gave her stink eye for standing to close to my chair:

So we're back to normal, hammock reclaimed (for now)

 And so that night I moved the toast back to the stairs, since it had disappeared:

The stairs look so boring without toys...

Then the next night I really wanted in the bathroom so I spent all night screaming while carrying toys. At the end, the bathroom door looked like this:

 That'll show them! But then in the middle of the afternoon I went up for a screaming session and saw no more toys. How dare they. This is my "This is bullshit" face:

 Also Ash attacked again, we were all in a bad mood. Me because of the toys, Oswin because of the hammock, The Assholes because I screamed all night... I guess Ash was having the time of his life tho.

 That night I screamed some more and decorated the door with a protest egg.

 And the stairs with a protest flamingo:

And we get to last night. The egg needed something, so I rooted through the toy basket, discarded that string thingy, why do they throw garbage in my basket?

 And decided the bathroom door needed a protest guava juice:

 Bet the door will be open tonight!

Don't get even, go MEOW

 I've been busy. The door remained closed. First I tried an avocado.

 Unfortunately that didn't open the door.

Then I tried a chameleon and a guava juice. I didn't want to crowd the bathroom door, so I left them on the stairs:

 That also didn't open the door and I had to rest after all that effort.

 In between The Assholes gave me a couple of treats that tasted weird, but hey, treats. Didn't think much about it but now I know that I lost 2 days and I got a shot. Assholes gonna Asshole. They apologized with grass. I love grass, so I'll allow it.

 Soon that plant will be no more, I love chewing on grass!

Back to the toys, I got the guava juice all the way up and even got a monster up!

The door remained closed, dammit.

I got a bit demoralized, but I consoled myself by taking a shower, refusing to get dried and then laying on Small Asshole's lap. I could sense she needed to pee, so I also kneaded on her bladder.

 The guava juice, chameleon and monster disappeared, but The Assholes moved some furniture and found a flamingo! They put it in the toy box, but it belongs in front of the (closed) bathroom door, so that night I moved it.

 

 

I was a bit bored that night and frustrated about the closed door, so I also moved a toast:

 I rested a bit to be ready for the night screaming...

 And we got to last night. I chose a donut.

 

So you can see I was too busy to post. Now the news! The Assholes put a camera in front of the bathroom door. I think my protest toys amuse them. Or maybe they cannot get enough of my fabulous screaming. Anyway, here are some videos:

 

Watch them with full volume for better enjoyment of my screaming! I'll come back once I've screamed some more.

Guest Meow: Negra

 I've been lazy with the toys. Ash can move them if it's that important. Ugh. I did leave a donut for Oswin but she didn't see it, ungrateful cat.

 Anyway, today we have another guest meow!

Name and location

My name is Negra, my parents are very original. Black fur? Your name is Black. I also had a sister called Orange and a gray brother called Griche (a word game on Gris, spanish for gray).

 

Cali's note: Negra speaks Spanish, so technically she is a guest miau!

Who do you live with?

There are 2, 3, sometimes 4 humans around. I have tons of sisters too: Elvira, Tricky, Gustavo... One of the other humans also has a cat, but she's not my sister. Oh, there's also this thing that isn't a cat or a human... He barks but leaves us alone, people call it a Boris.

What makes you meow the loudest?

Food. Food is my passion, I live to eat. I want to eat all the time, but I'm not fed all the time, thus the almost constant screaming. If someone has food, I must scream to get them to give it to me.

Cali's note: I guess starved cats is an international problem.

What's a spot in the house that is yours and only yours?

With so many beings in the house, there isn't really one. I'm not picky, I sleep on the floor, on chairs, on blankets, on my sisters... I don't need a dedicated space.

 

 

If you could only carry 2 toys for the rest of your life, which ones would you choose and why?

Hard one! I love any toy that moves, I go outside to catch them, but it's always a different one. They're half entertainment and half to feed the humans, they are terrible hunters. They always scream their thanks when I bring a new toy in. But then they get rid of it.

If you could bite anyone (or anything) in the world, who/what would you chomp on?

 

I'm not a biter, I'd have to stop screaming for too long to bite.

 

Cali's note: You can bite and scream at the same time, I'll teach you. 

 Tell us a story you're proud of

When I was young, I had kittens. The humans went to sleep and woke up to what they thought were 3 gray kittens. Joke was on them! There was a 4th black kitten that was camouflaged in my fur. Humans called him Negroncio and found good homes for all of them.

Anything else you want to tell the world?

Yeah, you got some food? I'm super hungry!

 

Back to Cali. Thank you Negra! It's nice to talk to my Argentine relatives, and hope one day we can party in person! Crossed paws and beans!