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: