It happened again today, as it does too often. A super sized new roll of toilet paper unwound off it's holder in a heap upon the floor.
She followed me into the bathroom and sat slyly staring gauging my reaction. I thought I could actually discern a slight smile upon her enchanting face.
What is it about cats that makes them do that, unroll all the Toilet Paper? Are they merely mischievous or inherently evil? I am in a quandary to know the difference.
Though it's a nuisance to reroll, it always makes me laugh. But I never let her know that less she be further encouraged. I might let her sleep on my bed but you know what they say about cats, she might just steal my breath in the night. Inviting Satan onto my bed sounds like a bad idea.