Because Sarah just peed on my down comforter.
Her back to me, full bladder release, while I was reading in bed.
I almost didn't realize, but she was in THAT position, and I'm thinking... no... she can't be...
I'd say that's a major sign of feline disapproval.
I hope I can salvage my comforter. I can't afford to replace it,
but I can't keep something that smells of cat.
Tonight it's soaking in Nature's Miracle while my duvet cover is washing.
Now what would SHE meow about this?
She was deprived of chips, that I ate in my room, while she and Tombo were elsewhere.
I did not share, as I often do. And she was hungry, because her human hadn't come home yet.
I'm pretty sure she feels completely guilt-free, vindicated.