I think my cat gets on my desk and dances when I go to bed. I have no proof, but I don't let her get on when I'm in the room. And when she tries, I say no and she gets off. But she sits and stares at me as if she's thinking, "Oh okay, I won't get on the desk... while you're watching." I imagine she gets on while I'm sleeping and sprawls out over the keyboard, nuzzles my bag of chips, and dances while singing to herself in a meow meow voice, "I'm on your desk and you can't see me."
She gets up on the counters looking for food while Ashley and I eat dinner. Once, her cohort Snaps gave her away. She got up to eat a sausage and knocked one off the counter to keep the dog quiet. But the good dog brought the sausage into the dining room to show me so she kept the sausage, and the cat got put outside. Good dog. Bad cat. Whenever she is on the counter, and she sees me coming, she tries to run away from me. She knows she's doing wrong. I still catch her and douse her head (which I don't think she minds) and toss her outside so we can eat in piece.
Right now, she's curled up on my lap acting all innocent. But little does she know that I'm fantasizing about tossing her into a bucket of water. Two can play this game!
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