I get to meow last! I showed her.
I slept against her back in the accustomed place last night. She even felt my sweet toesies against her back. BUT: when she got up this morning and traveled to the kitchen to tend to my needs first, water, fresh kibble and some fancy Feast, she saw nothing amiss on her journey in. As I ate breakfast she dared to pour coffee and let the toast pop us.
Armed with toast and coffee she went into the computer room to eat the toast and drink the coffee while looking at her various email accounts.
Well, lo and behold! There at the base of my cat tree was a big pile of kibble hork. Up one level to the top of the girl cave was another good sized pile of kibble hork. To the right of the tree, touching the base of it and a bit on the carpet, a wetter amount of regular liquid hork was placed just right.
SO...while the coffee cooled and the toast turned cold, mom cleaned it all up. Tell ME I smell bad will you? Lift MY tail again after turning on the light and rudely awakening me will you? Well, you see that the shoe is on the other footie!