Hi everyone, Katie here.
I know. I don't call. I don't write. I don't blog. I'm still here. Still beautiful. Still smart. Same old, same old. Let's just move on shall we?
So, big experiment in the townhouse today. Glogirly and Gloman, they just think they're so smart. Gloman thinks he's got me trained. Glogirly just rolls her eyes. Yeah, right. I'm a cat.
First, a little background:
Gloman has "trained" me to keep off his stuff. I don't help him with laundry. I don't help him with packing. I never EVER touch his camera gear. Doesn't matter if it's a pile of papers on the floor (tempting indeed) or a warm stack of neatly folded t-shirts. I may perform certain acrobatics around these stacks and piles. But I always keep my paws to myself.
Glogirly's stuff is another story. Fair game. I fur up her laundry stacks every chance I get. I always help with bed making and suitcase packing. Invited or not, I am there.
I sleep on Glogirly's pillow whenever she's not.
Sometimes even when she is.
But I never EVER touch Gloman's pillows.
This morning before Glogirly left for work, she switched her pillow with Gloman's. They wanted to see if I'd notice. If I'd follow Glogirly's pillow to Gloman's side of the bed. The plan was to come home and inspect the pillows for evidence. You know, the telltale divot in the middle, the remnants of my furs, maybe even a speck of litter. (Not than I'm a slob or anything.)
Seriously? Do they think I can't tell the difference between Gloman's stinky manly cologne and Glogirly's stinky sweet perfume? Duh. I'm a cat.
So I decided to mess with them. I slept on Gloman's pillow ALL day. Made a giant kitty divot. Left some fur. And carefully positioned one granule of litter. hehehe.
They thought I was smarter than that. I'm just smarter than them.