The best meow is yet to come

 I'm back! Let me recap my April:

 

 I continued leaving toys by the bathroom door. While screaming. OPEN THE DOOR, DAMMIT!

The stairs were also a hot spot:

 

I left some hair too, I absolutely love to rip hair there, it's harder to get off carpets than tile.

I had an existential crisis:

Is it me? Am I to blame for the bathroom door not being open all the time?

But then I decided I'm fabulous, no way it is my fault, it's obviously The Assholes being assholes.

 

I napped, I took showers, I fought, I screamed, then I screamed again. There's something so satisfactory about meowing as loud as you can.

So... life continues being fabulous... except when the bathroom door is closed. My protests wil continue until that door remains open.